The cold of Ishgard took a while to adjust to but Ulfarr
managed. What was more difficult was learning everything Vaelyn was throwing at
him. Table manners, how to talk to people without offending them, why calling Miqo’te and Au Ra cats and lizard was actually racist. Why you
shouldn’t eat that cake that’s fallen on the floor, manners in general.
Spelling and writing as well of course. He’d not often get a moment to himself.
The steward of the house also becoming like a mentor, Vaelyn’s daughter,
Marceline, his fellow student. Except she was far better at being a well
behaved member of society then Ulfarr was. She at least seemed to take pity on
him and find him amusing. Playing at tea parties was a common activity they did
together and an exercise.