The return of the books didn't take as long as the removal - it felt as if the shelves were hungry for their feast of paper and leather, and the books felt overjoyed to return to their rightful home. It only took a day, and help was once again gladly given by students, staff - and a huge half-orc who, to Hanne's surprise claimed to be making a collection of lore-books and artifacts.
...the shelves were nearly full, and the regular library staff were more than happy to finish tidying up. They were just happy to have their books safely back.
...the recently-founded Field Station is closed. The School of Magic no longer has any official business in Hamley - though their Master of Conjuration has taken to the clean country air, and looks set to stay resident in the town.
/ooc: can't post images direct to the Thain site, but there they are.
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The three gathered in the grove, a secret meeting. They were determined to continue on with their work, albeit bemused when one revealed the source of the rumour, the others expressing concerned by the misdirection the comment had led to. They poured over the Peace Accord, at times a heated discussion followed but they respected each other, admirers of each others strengths and the project excited them and so finally the three agreed. They would have to seek the Queens instructions and blessing.
Time waited for no elf, human or orc and so they kept collecting, their work had many supporters and the essential items they required, slipped quietly into their hands from many directions. analysis and testing continued while they waited for their request for an audience with Queen Yu'syu to be granted. Finally the day arrived, dressed in their finest for the occasion, the found the Queen surrounded by an entourage and guards. They could not help but be troubled by her continued weaken state, and while offers were made of aid, she suggested the cities finest clerics could do little. They were however quickly made quite aware that her intellect and passion for her city was still what it always had been.
They all presented, their words wooing her into agreement, albeit with conditions. Slyvox would need to be appraised of their work. Not a meeting they relished, but in the end it was a non negotiable condition. One that would be met.
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