"It's going to be so fun. We're going to find books, read 'em, find out information. It'll be great."
They got to the creaky rowboat and he stepped in before offering her a hand, his eyebrow raised slightly.
Cantlyre was warm. Jack cocked his head as he stepped out of the rowboat, offering Avice a hand. The docks led to cobbled streets and the houses were old and peeling. The streets were busy, a mostly elderly community moving quickly. Everyone seemed to have a purpose and everyone seemed to have a place to go.