Sayer surveyed his room with satisfaction. He had been away for several weeks, but it felt so much longer. He turned slowly, looking at the items that he kept in his sleeping chambers: the sturdy bookcase jammed with worn books and scrolls, the maps on the walls detailing the subdivisions of Kurr and its neighboring kingdoms, the oversized painted porcelain vase given as a gift by a female patron, and lastly the broad writing desk that stood by the window. "Of all of my possessions, it was you that I missed most," Sayer murmured to the desk as he ran his fingers across the smooth surface. He thought about the wash table that he had used as a writing desk at the Thornhedge back in Threshold and shook his head. How did I manage?
Sayer tugged on the ink-stained chord that would summon a servant. It was time to begin.
Sayer tugged on the ink-stained chord that would summon a servant. It was time to begin.