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"Yes," Earendil agreed, patting Andarien on the head and smiling at Lin. He turned to look at Miyuki. "Ready to explore?" he asked her with a wink.

Andarien wasn't listening, just holding onto the piece of bread and sucking on the piece that was in his mouth.

Earendil laughed and ushered his family towards the door. "I'm sure we'll be able to," he grinned. "Where shall we begin? Anywhere in particular you want to see first?"

He knew they were looking for a staff for Miyuki, but beyond that he didn't have anything particular in mind for himself.

"All right then," Earendil nodded, looking around. "I suppose we could pick a street and work our way up it, then look down the next street."

He started down the street, looking for signs that represented businesses. There were a few on the street - a manuscript shop, a candle shop, and a tailor - but across the street from them were residential houses.

"It is a very small town," Earendil reminded Lin. "Actually, the way Daeron was talking when we were on our way here, I'm a little surprised they even have a manuscript shop. They're few and far between, really."

Either that or he was just used to the Southland, where trees (and thus paper) were more scarce.

"Shall we check it out?" he asked. "Though I doubt we're going to be here long enough to have a book copied, even if we had one in mind."

That sounded good to Earendil, and with a nod he headed over to the manuscript shop and held the door open so that Lin and Miyuki could enter first.

Inside, the shop was a large open space with all differently designed books on several shelves. The smell of paper and glue were the prevalent scents in there, though there was also a hint of leather. In the middle of the room, a writing desk was set up with two books on it - one a complete book, its pages filled with writing, and the second open to a half-filled page: the place where the manuscripts themselves were copied into other books for the customers.

The writing in the book was neat and flowing, but a script that the young kitsune would not yet have seen. Though the language was the same as that of Amon Darthir, they had different runes, and they were also different from those of the Southland.

"Looks like a history book," Earendil commented, looking over Miyuki's shoulder. He looked over at the completed book, then reached over and flipped through it a bit. "Recent history ... the past hundred years, I believe."

That interested him. He didn't know much about the modern Westland, though he had studied its past.

Earendil chuckled softly at Lin's explanation. No, it certainly wasn't that long ago.

"It's about as long as I've been alive," he told Miyuki. "I will be one hundred years old soon."

It sounded old, until he compared himself to others that he knew.

Earendil chuckled softly. It was true - there really was no real way to tell anymore how old Lin truly was, especially as since she had been a stage-growing child as well, she hadn't counted her age chronologically anyways, only visually.

He looked up as the front door of the shop opened and a young woman entered the shop. She was clearly a Westlander, with light hair and green eyes, but beyond that there was nothing remarkable about her.

"Would you like to pick out a book to use as a journal or something?" he asked Miyuki with a smile. "I'm not sure how full the one is that you're using right now, but it will last you a good long time, I'm sure."