The tall woman's room was a bit odd, or so Griar believed, it simultaneously felt like this room belonged to an old lady due the decoration and general ambience it emitted, but also, found things that seemed like they would be more at place in a teenage girl's room, he decided not to focus too much on those aspects and instead approached a table bearing the weight of several piles of notebooks and pieces of paper.
The paper was written upon as much as was physically possible, every amount of space available on it was used to write or draw something down, a lot of it looked like architectural projects or general ideas concerning the town and village, as well as other places Griar had not been to, a festival of sorts, a new well, a renovation of one of the farms…
