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Athelstan steps into the bar today with a bulging pouch slung over his shoulder, heads for a table and starts unpacking it.

He quickly has an odd assortment of items spread on the table, from tree bark to scraps of rough-tanned pale leather, all covered with small cramped writing - mostly done in the best ink he could make, meaning soot mixed with animal fat, with a goose feather pen. There's even a few pieces of wood with the writing scratched directly into them.

He's soon absorbed in sorting them into a logical order, but would be quite willing to be interrupted.

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Athelstan laughs. "Perhaps it will. But I must finish this one first."

"Yes, of course, and best of luck with the writing of the first one," Autor says cheerfully. "Do know that I'm supporting you in your efforts, and offer my services as far as reading and editing."

"I'll gladly take you up on that, when it's a little further along", he says sincerely. "And I thank you for it. If you can read my scribble, here, feel free."

He only has perfectly legible handwriting when he's trying.

Thankfully, Autor is an expert at deciphering cramped scribble. He reads silently, adjusting his glasses every so often. "I should probably only offer editing commentary when I have the entire manuscript," he starts, "but so far the story of the slave girl is a gripping one."

"My perspective was probably far different from theirs", he says quietly. "She was very young."

"It is truly a tragedy," Autor says, just as quietly. "And you do well to immortalize her."

"It's the least she deserves. I wonder, you see... if she really loved her master so much, or if it was fear, or despair... when I saw her first, they'd given her ale and she was singing, but I saw her face as she went to her death."

"Oh, good heavens," Autor says, shaking his head. "The only one to truly know is her, unfortunately. But you can certainly write those thoughts down in your book."

He nods. "And other people can think on her, too. I may never forget her."

"I don't blame you," Autor says, furrowing his brow. "She seems hard to forget. Thank you for sharing your work with me."

"You're welcome." He smiles slightly. "It isn't all so... dark."

"I'm sure," Autor says, nodding. "I'm certainly you'll portray their society with a balanced and careful eye, and I look forward to reading it."

[OOC: Headed to a fade? Thanks for the thread!]

"I shall certainly try. And bring it to you when it's more presentable."

[ooc: looks good!]

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