"Do you have a favorite?" Caleb asked as he made a token effort to look at the art. It was all fairly dramatic and bloody. Honestly he had a hard time trying to focus on it. He rubbed the tips of his fingers together on his right hand, itchy to touch the leather bound tomes around him.

The art didn't interest Caleb at all. His eyes quickly glanced over it and then he began to glance at the books every chance he got. They weren't much better than the paintings, honestly. It seemed like the Lord of the house enjoyed war history a great deal.

What he wouldn't give for the proper time to read through all these titles and scan all the books to his heart's content. Of course, there was a little voice in the back of his mind wondering what Mishal got out of this. It was drowned out by the joy and pleasure he got from books. Simply being around them was enough to lift his spirits.