“Ka-voth-ee.” He read slowly, then turned the envelope toward me so I could see the front. Kvothe—Anker’s Inn. University. (Two miles west of Imre.) Belenay-Barren Central Commonwealth. It was Denna’s handwriting. “It’s Kvothe, actually,” I said absentmindedly. “The ‘e’ is silent.”
The way this should have happened within the first 10 pages of book 1
