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. I've even put on clean underwear. I just want
you to know, Astinus, that I will be your best field recorder
ever, and someday I might even become a great amanuensis
like Ark!
It's pretty cold outside for springtime right now, so my
handwriting is sorta wiggly, but I can still read it. Can you?
I'm a little hungry, as I would have had breakfast by now
only I lost it after Ark sent me out of the shoe shop right
after he made me his official field recorder, which is an
interesting story, and I should write it down in case it's
important, and anyway there's not much else to do in this
alley at this hour of the morning.
Ark - known to you as your loyal scribe and amanuensis
Jeraim Arskin from Newshore, but known to me as Ark and
sometimes Dad, and known to everyone else in New-shore
as Arkie - woke me up early and told me to get ready for the
ceremony. I'd been begging him to let me be a scribe for
ages, and Ark said he was going deaf from hearing me beg,
but then something happened last night and he said he had
something important for me to do today, but I'd have to be
out on my own and out of his way. He was awfully nervous,
and when he got me up he looked like he hadn't slept much,
and he wanted to hurry through everything, and when I
asked him what was wrong, he just said, "Don't be a kender
right now," which I can't help, since I am one.
Ark first gave me a set of gray scribe's robes that he had
hemmed up, which I put on, and then he gave me some
official paper from Palanthas, where you live, and this new
steel pen and this once-holy symbol that used to belong to a
real cleric of Gilean until he disappeared (the cleric, that is)
when the gods lowered the boom on Istar twenty-two years
ago and left without telling anyone their next address, but I
guess you know that part, since you're a historian
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