Day 35, Spring of 513 AV Castor settled in to his little corner at the Quill’s Rest, all his notes gathered carefully and laid out in order as he would require them. When the waiter approached, Castor simply said ’I’d like the usual, Kelp tea, please’ then left the 2 Silver Mizas on the table as the waiter went to get his drink. He had come in here every night for the past week, working on his first project for his mysterious employer, Mr Syreus Ehm Sol. The week before that, he had used all the time not spent in lectures at the University or working at the Library, researching the subject his aforementioned employer had tasked him with. It had been a gruelling process. Thankfully, it had not taken him too long to figure out an efficient way to keep track of his research that also took advantage of his ability to memorize things easily. As he read through each book he was researching, he quickly noted the following things:
- He noted all the general reference information
- He identified useful quotations
- He copied said quotations into his notes, under the general reference information
- He noted the page number next to each quotation
- Finally, he double-checked that all the information was accurate
By writing down each quotation he also managed to memorize them, as they became deeper ingrained into his mind. And for any that he did not remember as well, he had an easily accessible notebook with all the necessary information included; he didn’t even need to return to the library to check the book itself! His tea arrived and the waiter took the Mizas. Castor felt rather pleased with his research method, which was what allowed him now to be drinking Kelp Tea at the Quill’s Rest while still having full access to all the resources he needed. He wondered abstractly at how the same ingredient could make beer taste so awful, yet make tea even more soothing. Not really caring that much though, he relished in the pleasant numbness the heat sent through his body.
He focused back on his work; he had actually finished most of it, but wanted to put some finishing touches on it before sending it off with the following day’s mail. He opened the small journal he had written the research paper in. He checked his spelling, his grammar, his references – checking his notebook to ensure their accuracy once more. He remembered how daunting the task had seemed at first. How he had written until his wrist had become quite sore, going through a full vial of ink for his note-taking. It had actually only taken another half in order to actually write the paper. He had feared he had taken on too much; being a student of two subjects, Scribe to the Library and Researcher for Mr Sol was a lot to handle. He could only hope that he would be able to last at this pace. He felt relieved however that he would soon have some respite from at least one of his roles; as Mr Sol was situated along the Kabrin Road, it would take at least two weeks from tomorrow before he would be engaged in another project. Maybe I’ll finally get some rest. Or rather I’ll finally catch up on my neglected studies he thought to himself, bemused. Still, he couldn’t say his project was not interesting. He had actually never come into contact with magic before, so reading about it to such an extent had really sparked his curiosity; a curiosity tempered by his research into overgiving. He did enjoy the potential of it all, though.
Thinking about things that had sparked his curiosity led him back to something that had perplexed him about his employer. When Castor looked up the list of books he was pointed towards researching – “off the top of his head” as Syreus had claimed – he had encountered one source that was decidedly not like the rest. Namely, ‘The Lyceum Experience’ written by a Zeltiva University student named Eridanus for the newsletter. What distinguished this text from the rest were many things: where the others were general introductory texts by established academics or institutions, this was the very specific experience of a student, appearing otherwise unremarkable. He had pondered at what made this particular testimonial, though well-written and a now poignant reminder of lost Denval, deserving of such special mention and “off-the-top-of-one’s-head” recollection. He had resolved to look into other books the library might have on Master Redrux, the master Aurist of the piece, as he seemed the most likely to have caught the interest of his curious employer.
He shook himself out of his reverie, and took another gulp of his tea, now lukewarm. He skimmed through the pages of his project examining the introductory pages in detail (he'd always felt that a good introduction could make or break any argument, whether orally or on paper), casting all other thoughts out of mind. |
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