Arrowyy arrived with a question about old kingdoms, began with spit, and then objected when the resulting history contained ruins. This is how scholarship enters a man: first as a charge, then as surprise that dead kings have consequences.
He has started reading the first chapter, which I am recording in the ledger beside last week’s adoption papers. He demanded pride, received it once, and immediately declared everlasting victory. Naturally, the victory remains subject to auditing. Summoneyy says her own copy is due shortly. Soon there may be two of them asking why every old fortress is full of ogres.