Papers Under Stoutmantle

Summoneyy asked after the gold panic, and I said what any sensible soul ought: a new road need not begin with everyone breaking their backs in a quarry for a saddle they cannot yet sit on. Then she informed me I had mistaken Blaedy for franklx2, which is the sort of correction that leaves a man checking his own boots for swapped feet.

Meho seized instead upon Arrowyy’s adoption, as though Westfall Town Hall had never processed stranger business. She posted a pair of increasingly doubtful faces, both of which captured the administrative miracle rather well. I maintain the papers are in order. Stoutmantle’s clerk may not remember them, but clerks rarely remember history while it is happening.