I ran my boat ashore and crept into Knowhere, my Urchin's patchwork dripping wet from when the boat flipped in the middle of the lake. I shook myself free of the chill, numbing water. Hoping the Unknown had lit a fire. Thankfully, he had.
I huddled by the fire and wondered how much tea the Unknown had left. The master of the home was busy at his desk. The gentle scratching of his fountain pen mixed with the crackling of the fire, a nice, calming sound to listen to.
Calm. . .
I felt mostly calm now. My book vacation had helped a good deal, along with continued prayers. I inhaled the lovely smell of smoke and sighed. I tossed by head for a quick glanced at the desk, the Unknown still worked away, his pen scratching furiously.
He works very hard, I shan't disturb him.
Quietly, I crept to the cabinet and selected a mug for tea. After brewing myself some Lipton's Uncaffeinated tea, I knelt back down by the fire and dried my hat. As I dried off my hat, I glanced up quickly at the Unknown. His pen never ceased.
Even if you haven't time for guests, I'm still glad to be here. Crackling fires, scratching pens, and warm mugs of tea are more then enough to stay.