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Thelma Jenkins stared for bells on end at the desiccated figure sitting on the desk. It was the artifact of the season and it had the researcher stumped. Often it was her habit to study artifacts within the stability of her dominion realm, but this piece seemed dimmed in that space. She could feel herself on the edge of breakthrough but the more she concentrated the less clear the item’s aura became. Now as research stalled and theory dawned, she moved from her desk perch. If Mizahar was less prohibitive than her space then perhaps a new claim still in the flux of discovery would illuminate the piece further. The Chaotic nature might bring the item’s purpose to light.
Sliding a piece of parchment from the sheath, she scribbled in splotchy ink. Tossing a hand of sand over the drippy message before blowing away the mixture. Practiced hands folded it into a letter and sealed it in candle wax with her signet ring. Flicking it back and forth in the air to ascertain it was dry one last time. Jenkins finally evacuated her desk in favor of Clyde’s workspace.
“Clyde take a break.” She interrupted without ceremony, “ I have need of you. Take this missive to the Doorman, he works on floor 25 of the Gug Adjak. Pick a door that suits you; Tellerwak will help. It is time that I teach you something.”
Thelma Jenkins stared for bells on end at the desiccated figure sitting on the desk. It was the artifact of the season and it had the researcher stumped. Often it was her habit to study artifacts within the stability of her dominion realm, but this piece seemed dimmed in that space. She could feel herself on the edge of breakthrough but the more she concentrated the less clear the item’s aura became. Now as research stalled and theory dawned, she moved from her desk perch. If Mizahar was less prohibitive than her space then perhaps a new claim still in the flux of discovery would illuminate the piece further. The Chaotic nature might bring the item’s purpose to light.
Sliding a piece of parchment from the sheath, she scribbled in splotchy ink. Tossing a hand of sand over the drippy message before blowing away the mixture. Practiced hands folded it into a letter and sealed it in candle wax with her signet ring. Flicking it back and forth in the air to ascertain it was dry one last time. Jenkins finally evacuated her desk in favor of Clyde’s workspace.
“Clyde take a break.” She interrupted without ceremony, “ I have need of you. Take this missive to the Doorman, he works on floor 25 of the Gug Adjak. Pick a door that suits you; Tellerwak will help. It is time that I teach you something.”