Solo [job] Memorium Memory Meeting

[Luhrak Searunner]

Spring, 25th, Year 513 The Memorium, The Spires Luhrak had always liked working for others but now, having spent most of his life working for others, he tried to work for himself, do what he wanted to do, spend time on things he wanted to spend time on. But it never worked out. Even here in The Spires there was food that needed buying, writing supplies that needed payment. So Luhrak had made his way to the memorium and had taken up a job. A simple job, behind a desk, barely any physical work at all, perfect for a man in his situation. As he leaned heavily on his staff, Luhrak slowly but surely made his way through the entrance doors of the Memorium. A day ending in a five, today would be a relatively busy day for Luhrak. Without acknowledging the other Spirians in the Memorium, Luhrak hobbled his way through the building towards his work space. Here he gathered the tools of his trade: Inkwell, quill and empty scrolls of parchment. With them under his arm, he moved to the meeting room. The memory was meeting today, to discuss the matters at hand. As a scribe, Luhrak had been given the task of recording the meeting, including the problems brought forward and the responses of the Memory Members. The firs time Luhrak had done it, it had been an experience all on its own. There was no debate, no yelling and shouting, no arguing. They just said their piece and that was it. It felt strange to the intellectual wizard. To him, problems were solved by going back and forth between people, bouncing off ideas, comparing notes and results and ultimately finding the best solution. This was not the case in The Spires. Taking his seat in the back of the room, Luhrak let out a satisfied sigh. Moving around hurt everything and he never enjoyed doing it. The chair gave him a comfortable place to rest his weary body. The staff was resting against the side of the chair as Luhrak started to put everything into place. The Memory was slowly gathering in the room, only a shadow of its former glory, apprently. All 24 members of the group slowly moved in, their ape like movements carrying them to their respective positions in the room. As soon as the first one entered, Luhrak was scribbling down names, often having to take a moment to try and recognize them. Even with the list of faces and names it was difficult for the old human to keep them in check. The noise in the room slowly rose as the members found their seats and their neighbours, chatting away in their grunting language. Opposite of Luhrak, the Spirians gathered. Some of them with real problems that required real solutions, others with simple requests they were too lazy to fix for themselves. But all of them with a hope for an answer from the memory. Luhrak peered to his left, where the other scribe was working. There was always at least two, sometimes even three, writing down whatever was said, whoever was present, whatever problems were mentioned and whatever solutions were presented. To make sure the future would have the correct information. Luhrak nodded to his colleague and focused back on his own work. He finished off the list of present Memory members with Marn, the Deacon Supreme and current, temporary, ruler of The Spires. First there was a greeting from the Deacon Supreme and both scribes started taking notes, the sound of quills on parchment sounding in Luhraks ears. The sound had a soothing effect on Luhrak, making him forget about his age, forget about the pain his body was in. He listened intently with one ear while both eyes were on the parchment as he scribbled away, noting down the speech of the Deacon Supreme. Afterwards, the other members of the Memorium spoke short greetings, which were casually noted down as 'greetings' on Luhrak's paper. Then the first problem was brought forth. A human, short, his hands wringing together nervously, licking his lips, stepped forward towards the Memorium, stating his problem. Luhrak's quill moved over the parchment as he noted down the man's nervous words. He was kind enough to leave out the euhms, coughs and sorrys the man littered his speech with. Luhrak didn't pay attention to the meaning of the words spoken, just listened and scribbled them down. His mind was empty, running on autopilot as he worked his way through the day. He barely registered how the man spoke about wood falling down from the petal above his and how his house was half destroyed. He barely registered the responses of the different speakers but all the while his right hand kept moving, scribbling down the words, scribbling down the solutions presented by the Memory. He didn't have any real interest in the problems of others. As long as he could spend his time in his own home without anyone bothering him, Luhrak was more than happy. He was busy enough anyway. The second speaker stepped forward, stating his problem quick and easy. Someone had been in a fight with somebody else, Luhrak noted down the names, not knowing them, and had ruined the man's establishment. A quick glance told Luhrak that the man was a member of the refugee camp on the forest floor. The matter was quickly settled, with almost all of the Memory members agreeing on a fine for the two earlier mentioned fighters. Luhrak noted down their words and ultimate decision. The day passed by slowly as problem after problem was presented to the Memory, their members stating their opinions when they had one, their solutions being written down by the two scribes. Luhrak was starting to slow down, his bones starting to protest against the constant use. He groaned more often and had to take more breaks. The younger scribe next to him continued on, eagerly working. Luhrak sighed softly as he envied the young man's vigor and stamina. When finally the end of the session was announced, Luhrak happily put down his quill, using a provided piece of cloth to attempt to wash of some of the ink stains on his fingers. Not that he had a problem with them. Rising slowly, like everybody else in the Memorium, Luhrak stood behind his desk as he gathered his tools. The Memory members mingled and talked, some left immediately, the Supreme Deacon amongst them. Luhrak, leaning once more heavily on his staff, left the room as well, the scroll of parchment, the words recorded today, all safely tucked away under his arm. He nodded barely visible nods at some people who tried to talk to him but continued on his way out.