Caleb lets the card spin in his fingers as he thinks. "I would be happy to teach you if you wished to learn," he chuckles softly, "after all I taught myself to read when I was a child. You might think I went to a village school or something like that, but I did not. I was curious about the books held by one of our village's clerics so...I drew letters in the dirt until I knew how to put them together."

He sets the card aside and sips his drink. "It was the first sign I was meant to be more than a farmer."