<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Rushiya</span></strong><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Last Post (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=263966.msg13036093#msg13036093)</span><strong></strong></strong></span></div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Andale Mono;">As the day wanes on you find yourself engrossed with the work at hand. Nothing in the documents available is revolutionary or particularly captivating - but nonetheless it is all knowledge. Most of the things being worked on currently seem to be basic, public educational material. When you first start the day it’s a little bumpy; figuring out who the others at the table are, getting supplies, figuring out how they want it all done. However after about two hours have passed you’ve gotten into a solid groove, at which point you find the work to be fulfilling if perhaps a tad on the simple side of things. That said it’s a nice change of pace from some of the other work that you’ve done in recent times, something more familiar and natural in a lot of ways.<br/><br/>When night starts and the sky darkens many of those present leave and head home for the night. However for you and the one other who remains little oil lamps are lit at the table so that you can continue your work. With no one in your way you’re able to take up a particularly interesting looking book; once upon a time it had an ornate cover. It strikes something in you and for the rest of the night you work on this one single piece - you barely even realize that you’re left alone for nearly an hour as you’re working. Finally you look at your finished work and can smile with pride as it has been restored to a point that it looked nearly like it was just produced. You slide the freshly inked pages into new binding and the book is as good as new - if not perhaps even better because of your gentle and trained brush strokes. In total, including the masterfully restored item, you were able to seven items; barely a fraction of the total work to be done, but seven more than they would have completed today without your help.<br/><br/>Finally as you stop admiring your own work and look to end your evening you catch a loose piece of parchment in one of the books. Not wanting to to blow away you reach out to take it and secure it, only to have it tug easily from the book and into your hand. A quick observation reveals that this is no ordinary document, and though you can’t immediately make out the meaning of the writing you are immediately aware of the arcane symbols written on the page; this is a scroll.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">Night has long settled into the sky and a light wind rolls through the streets of Eodin. Not only are the other scholars gone for the night, but those working on the building itself have also long since taken their leave. Yannel remains, looking through his things until finally he approaches the table where you’ve been working and sets his hands against it, leaning into the table. “I’ll admit,” He says with a soft chuckle, “You lasted longer than I expected.”<br/><br/>Yannel slipped into the seat across from her and folded his hands delicately in front of himself. “We don’t get much interest from those walking the streets. If you wouldn’t mind, Rushiya, I’d like to know a little more about you.” He gestures at her slightly, “Clearly you’re not from around these lands. I must admit that I find myself interested in your dealings.”<br/><br/></span><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/>