"Hmm, well I suppose that is true. I mean, it would be nice to be able to study it on our own as well, but...you know what, let's get the novel. I think time spent with you would be more valuable than some extra practice. Meesei should be able to teach me well enough without it." Ahnasha said, replacing the cojuration tome on the shelf. She then went back over to the section with the novels and picked out one that had caught her eye earlier. She wasn't familiar with any of the authors, but she had an eye for a good book when she saw one. The kind of language they used, how the opening flowed together and how impactful it seemed, those were all things she could gather skimming the first few pages. With her book selected, she walked with Fendros over to the counter and started to count out the coin to cover the cost of the book. 

As Ahnasha was gathering her coin, the Bosmer leaned forward on the counter and spoke with a friendly tone. "Say, why don't you get that other book you were looking at?" 

"Oh, we don't have the coin for-" Ahnash began before the Bosmer held up his hand to interrupt her.

"The coin you paid for this one will be fine. Take the books, both of them. Consider it a discount. For young, romantic couples only." He said with a smile. 

"Oh, I didn't expect...I mean, thank you." Ahnasha responded, honestly not expecting that sort of kindness from the locals of this area, though she supposed he wasn't a Dunmer who carried their...less desirable traditions so proudly. 

"No need to thank me; it warms my heart to see open minded couples such as yourself. A rare sight around here. You remind me of my wife." The Bosmer explained.

"You married a Khajiit?" Ahnasha asked curiously. 

The Bosmer chuckled slightly. "No, not a Khajiit, an Orc, not that the distinction mattered to some of this city's fine citizens. There are some around here who did not seem to have anything better to do than to pour their hate out on us." He said with a sight. "I shouldn't be too hard on them, though. Most of the folk around here are great people. Wouldn't live here if they weren't. You know what they say, though, it's always the rotten kwama egg which smells the most. 

Ahnasha returned a chuckle. "Agreed. Where is your wife now?" She asked, glancing around the store. 

The Bosmer's expression turned a bit more solemn, though he did not seem upset. "Orc lifespans aren't like other elves, I'm afraid. She died a long time ago."

Ahnasha's gaze moved down to her feet as she began to regret her question. "Oh...I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, I've had plenty of time to come to terms with her loss." The Bosmer responded, still keeping an upbeat and friendly tone. "She wouldn't have wanted me to spend the next few centuries mourning her. No, running her bookstore is enough to keep my days filled with joy. It has been a while since I have seen her, but Y'ffre willing, I will see her again. Come on, no need to sour your mood. Why don't you go get the other book from the shelf as well?" He said, taking the coin she had paid for the first book and storing it away behind the counter. 

"Of course, thank you again, um...I don't think I caught your name." Ahnasha commented. 

"Earondil. And yours?" 

"Ahnasha." She answered before pausing, as Earondil had turned his attention to Fendros, looking to him expectantly.