Luke leaned back against the cushioned chair in the guest room, one leg lazily draped over the other as he held the list up to the light. His eyes scanned the parchment, though he was staring at the scribbles realistically.
Iatspich still wasn't his strong suit. He could pick out a few words, sure, but it wasn't like he could fluently read the names or details written on it. He sighed, shaking his head before dropping the paper onto the desk beside him.
Ilyrana, sitting cross-legged on the bed, raised a brow at his frustration.
"Struggling?"
Luke clicked his tongue.
"I can make out a few things here and there, but it's like trying to read with a blindfold on," he tapped the parchment. "I got what I wanted, but now the real work begins."
Ilyrana shifted forward, resting her arms on her knees.
"So? What's your plan?"
