Chapter 215: What do words do?
Irwin moaned contently as he woke, stretching his arms up and then out, causing them to plop and crack.
Ugh, slept on my chest again, he thought as he pushed himself up, then flipped over on his back.
A quick inspection showed that he was still wearing his clothes, meaning he fell asleep as soon as he reached his room again.
I really need to go to bed earlier, he thought.
He lay back, staring at the wooden ceiling above him. There were no visible lines or places where they had been nailed together. Instead, everything looked to be made of a single massive sheet of wood. Even after over a month, he still enjoyed looking at it. He rose up on an elbow and examined the rest of his small room, the walls seemingly connecting without even the slightest crevice. Only the door and the window were open, and both the door itself and the shutters fit so perfectly in their frames that when closed, there was nothing but a thin line.
"Irwin, breakfast is ready!'
Irwin grinned as he pushed himself from his bed.
"Coming!"
He rubbed his beard, now a finger long and finally no longer itching. Even then, he wished he could get rid of it. The problem was that the few scissors they had would break if he used them on the metal-like hairs.
I need metal, he thought as he washed his face and hands with the bowl of somewhat clean water.
There was a rumor that metal had been found near Tréanbá, and Greldo had gone to take a look, but he wasn't back yet. Hopefully, it wasn't fake news like the metal that had supposedly been found near Cesterdon.
Cesterdon City, he thought, shaking his head.