Sheets of writing paper are stacked on one side of this desk. Several bottles of ink and a few quills are positioned on the other side. There is a bin sitting in the center of the top part of the desk.
Direlda taps you on the shoulder. “I’m sorry, but I’m not ready to let you touch the quills yet. I need to figure out how I’m going to go about letting others use my writing supplies. I’ll be sure to make mention of when I do decide.”