One of the whores did her best to teach us our letters in the brothel, but I barely knew them when I was sold to the Crows at age seven. I only spoke Antivan, too, and such a low form as you would expect from an elf boy raised by whores. Reading and writing were part of my overall education with the Crows. Not only was it essential to blending in and maintaining contracts, but important in the mixing of poisons as well. To be honest, between the rigors of our other lessons children often fell asleep! I had one of my most memorable beatings after being discovered asleep on my slate, chalk on my face! [A warm chuckle. Good times, good times.]