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"What happened to her bakery?" I asked, and he said,
"Oh, the old windbag left a cloth sitting on an oven when
she went outside, and the cloth caught fire, and that spread
to the wall and ceiling. The place is pretty well ruined now.
She's probably going south to Gwynned to stay with her
brother until she gets things sorted out."
I felt bad for her having to leave town, but I also felt
bad for myself and everyone else, since she had the only
good bakery. Jarvis went on about there being a lot of
confusion as they were trying to put out the fire, but when
Woose tried to get people organized, no one would listen to
him, because he was rich or a dwarf or both, so the whole
place burned up and took the tailor's shop with it. Jarvis said
a lot of things about certain people that I should probably
not put down here, because I think he was just angry, and I
doubt he would really know if those people were as much in
love with their barn animals as he implied they were.
Magistrate Jarvis stopped and rubbed his face and then
looked at me and said, "By the way, where did you get
those?" and he pointed at my gray robes, so I said, "Ark
made me his official recorder this morning, and these are
my official recorder's robes, and this is my official Palanthas
paper, and this is my steel scribing pen, and this is my
once-holy symbol," and I showed him my silver necklace
that has the tiny silver open book with the tiny little
scribbles in it that you can't read no matter how close you
hold it to your eye, which I did once when I was smaller but
poked myself in the eyeball and couldn't see for two days,
so I don't do it now
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