Elvish for Beginners

Worse than moving is… moving! That’s what I thought when I was getting ready to go to my parents’ place in my historical homeland. I prepared thoroughly—made arrangements with my father, submitted documents to the Leskant University, and even bought a brand-new hammer for a tinkering/practicum about inventions. It seemed I accounted for everything, but… Fate sent me a long-eared bungler who managed to break all my carefully planned ideas and flip my life upside down. Just take it: instead of studying my favorite craft, I’m forced to learn the intricacies of elf culture…