Re: Lantan: The land of divine Artifice
"... and, my palate and stomach both satisfied, I strolled down Tinker Street. Ippensheir was in full swing here as well, and the little stalls set up on either side of the carriageway were as amazing as elsewhere, if somewhat more affordable. I found a cunningly wrought scrollcase that, when unrolled, seconded as a leather writing mat. When furled, the adroit loops and crevices provide storage and protection for an inkpot, included, and assorted inkbrushes, not included, as well as a sheaf of parchments. Absolutely fantastic! Though cheap at the price, it used up the last of my earnings from my voyage here; no matter, my own savings will suffice to see me through my stay.
"After a couple of hands - or an hour, I should say, after the gnomish usage - I went to the Lady's Hall of Mysteries, passing a joyously noisy park full of children playing some odd game with a ball and bent wooden sticks. Architecturally, the Hall was meager compared to the High House, of course. (But then, I had visited the High House yesterday in time to see it at its most splendid, during dawn prayers in Ippensheir). I suppose I had expected to see a collection of magical items, similar to the magnificent array of technological curios laid out in Gond's temple. But the Mystrans must have realized they could not compete... So I spent much of the afternoon chatting with the local clergy, who were much interested in my accentless Celestial. They must have taken me for an Aasimar, and I did nothing to dispell their impression. The conversation was most educational; here, among such a concentration of gnomes, the followers of the Lady have much advanced the theory of quantum arcanics that so fascinated me back in Suzail. The idea that gnomish time units of 'hours' and 'minutes' correspond so precisely to"
A sudden rapping on the room's outer door interrupts the young academician at his writing. He carefully sets down his inkbrush, tightens the lacing on his tunic, and rises to open the door. A diminutive - for a human - messenger stands outside. "Ac'demian Darkstar? I've a letter for Ac'demian Darkstar," the urchin mutters, suddenly uncertain.
"Yes, that would be me. Academician Garath Darkstar," the wizard carefully enunciates. It was not the first time his youthfulness drew a doubletake from those who expected gray hairs, or at the very least some potential for facial stubble, on an academician. "Is this the letter?"
"Yessir." The document in question is delivered over, a copper nub exchanges hands, and the messenger departs with a bow and a grin.
Seating himself back near the desk, Garath slowly slits the envelope and draws out the letter. Papyr, true Mulhorandi paper... most curious. His name - which he did not think was known to any of the locals, as it was not his family's name - was emblazoned across the top in gold ink. His puzzlement abates for a moment, as he admires the calligraphy. Though his own brushwork was focused on paintings, his writing hand was quite fair and he was well acquainted with the basic techniques of calligraphy; this was quite a masterpiece, and Garath savors the elegant curves and swoops. Shortly, however, he returns to the letter's contents:
You are cordially invited
for cocktails and dinner
in our gardens
Saturday, the fifth of Mirtul
at four o'clock in the afternoon
Tanglewood Estate
Artemis and Prunilla Svalkvor
Curiouser, and curiouser. Folding the letter with care and placing it on the desk, Garath walks over to the far wall and presses the valve-stop. The wall vibrates a little as the steam is released to travel down the pipe, and from somewhere below, on the inn's ground floor, the wizard can hear a shrill whistle. Lantanna, he chuckles silently, shaking his head. A few moments later, one of the inn's staff - a middle-aged gnome by the name of Halbert, or Halberg or somesuch - taps on the door. "Sir?"
"Sorry to bother you, but I have just now received an invitation to the... Tanglewood Estate. An Artemis Svalkvor. It is for tomorrow afternoon, at four of the clock; would you be so kind as to arrange for a footwheel-carriage? But first... do you know these Svalkvors? Are these invitations customary during these periods?"