<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 walked slowly through the crowd moving with a limp and the aid of a cane.  Pale, slender and rather sickly she had a beauty to her face that would have glowed had she been more healthy.  Even so her eyes were bright, intelligent and watchful scanning the crowd as she made her way toward the ceremony.  Lillian was dressed conservatively in a long dress along with a detached hood that covered her almost bleached hair and sheltered sensitive skin from the sun.  Still her clothing was well made and practical, the fabric of good quality and the tailoring done to a high standard.  She carried a leather satchel that bulged with what was obviously books although the weight of it obviously burdened her badly.  She had been working for several months on an extensive history of the families of both the king and queen and intended to present them as part of her celebratory offerings.  Lillian had enjoyed doing the research which she managed to fit in around her normal work as scribe and scholar.  She worked part time for the town as well as several of the local nobles and richer merchants providing all manner of book keeping, research or even writing of letters and deeds.<br/><br/>Now Lillian smiled slightly as she noted a giant of a man making his way through the crowd.  Lillian had done business with Martin several times having engaged him to make her a chair with wheels for use in her home as well as custom devices to help pick up and move heavy books around her library.  Martin was surprisingly well traveled and read for what one might think of the stereotype of his profession.  She had enjoyed a number of talks of his time in the southern lands as well as the details of his work.  She waved at him and called out.  "Martin!  Martin Weyland, what do you bring to the celebration?"