<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 stood breathing hard as Martin walked up to her.  She normally spent most of her time seated or in the wheeled chair that Martin had made for her but in these crowds such a thing would not do.  As a result she was struggling a bit not only with the effort of hobbling through the streets but the added burden of the leather bound books was about at her limit.  "Ahh..." she peered with interest at the finely polished case of honey gold.  Lillian noted the old term of quality and was not surprised.  "I am sure that the king and queen will be most impressed.  All of your work is that of a master of your craft and if this is your best..." she took a deep breath and smiled.  "Then I am sure it is unsurpassed in the kingdom."<br/><br/>She frowned slightly and nodded as Martin questioned her.  "The chair is quite nice.  The rubber seems fine.  If you don't mind the seat could use a bit of adjustment.  The height needs to be raised just a bit."  Lillian looked down at the bag and sighed.  It would be best if she carried the bag but then again if she collapsed it would be far worse.  Holding out the bag with both hands gripped on the strap she offered it to Martin.  "Please if you don't mind.  Its a bit much along with walking this far through the streets.  One or the other I could manage."