<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/m7OMMzM.jpg) </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Lillian Anders</strong></span><br/>Scholar and scribe<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Lillian sighed and relaxed as Martin took the satchel.  She smiled faintly and wiped the sweat from her brow.  "I'm glad I could search out the crafting knowledge for you.  So much is written down but never collected and indexed.  It goes lost or even destroyed by those that don't know the value of things."  She panted, flushed and blushing as a surge of enthusiasm came over her.  "Ahhh... sorry... I can't keep from preaching to anyone that will listen."  Lillian smiled at the mention of apprentices.  She'd had one who'd gone on to journeyman status and left for the capital and service to the Crown.  She knew that she wasn't a good teaching master and didn't regret that she didn't have to take any more apprentices to satisfy her duty to the guilds.<br/><br/>Her head nodded at his question.  "Oh yes, that southern woman did come to visit.  She brought along a pair of guards but her gold was good as was her taste.  I sold her a trio of books and two folios of poems as well.  Thank you for the business, I feel I owe you something."