<strong>Caladrel, Kalna, Nimeda, Shorn, Senthaynatrix</strong><br/>"Oh. please do come in." Kendra invited you all in. "Professor Literator?" She would not call the scholar 'auntie Sentha,' like she might have in private, in front of all these relative strangers, though she thought she should remember most of them... but her father had not, for whatever reason, invited all of his friends to his home. "Have you had breakfast? I do not have much, but I can offer tea, bread and jam."<br/><br/>Once everyone was settled, Kendra brought out a number of books, and her father's instructions. Several passages in his diary are marked, the cover bears the scratched inscription 'read me first,' and most of the other books appear to have been perused recently. His testament bears instructions to keep Kendra company for a month, then deliver these books to various addresses in Lepidstadt; a local judge in that city holds a sum of money the late professor allotted to those who perform this final service for him.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">I'll repost the old post with the details of those books in a moment.<br/></div></div><br/><strong>Aesa, Innoki, Quentan</strong><br/>"But you are not him," the shopkeeper pointed out, quite reasonably. "The late professor would, of course, study free - but then, he permitted me his library as well. Come on in, good sir." He led Quentan (and any of the others who might want to join) inside, and into a room filled to overflowing with books, scrolls, and even some ceramic and stone tablets. "The part of interest to you is here, I believe..." The section he indicated held what appeared to be copies of investigation reports, trial proceedings, and court opinions, as well as duty rosters, and an investigation into the Great Fire. "Tea, biscuits and lunch are included," he told Quentan. "Just let me know if you need anything."