5th of Ymiden 718
Early Morning | The Devil's Advocate
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he book sagged heavily against her knees, the covers open and a hard crease in the page where it had fallen on her torso and bent in her sleep. She muttered something, lost in the dreamscape, and smacked her lips. Just then, she jerked and sent the book and the notes she'd been writing to the floor with a crash. She damn near jumped from her skin at the noise, and she rubbed sleepy eyes with the back of her hand as she placed together where she was. She was prepared, of course, for the librarians to find her and return their book, but it was just her own lack of sleep and over-researching that had become her enemy. She sat straight against the chair, stretching the languish from her muscles.She yawned again, this time dropping long legs to the floor to stand. She stretched again, then bent over to collect her gear. The notes were smeared, and a large black splotch on her shirt would have made her angry, if her shirt wasn't black. Still, the ink shone against the flickering light of the fireplace. The light that filtered through the window was scarce, and she was unsure if it was dusk or dawn. Either way, she needed something to help her stay awake. She needed this information. Pulling a warm coat over her, she walked from the room downstairs to the Devil's Advocate. Nude women greeted her, as well as one embroiled in a romance in a room with an open door. The brothel was only place she felt she could hide, and so she'd have to endure the occasional nude romp.
She burst into the cold of the morning, as she could tell it was from the freshness of the air. She pulled the coat tighter and set off towards a different inn, one that offered coffee. She hated the taste, its bitterness, but the warmth and the energy would be welcome additions to the trial. She pushed into the inn and strode to the bar, the innkeep looking her over with distaste. Her hair was tangled and the dark circles under her eyes belied her exhausted nature.
"Coffee, please. Extra milk," she asked politely, smiling tiredly. The barkeep stared in disdain for a moment before filling her request. The milk made the coffee a little less hot, but it cut the bitterness out of the coffee completely. It was a trade she was willing to make. She paid the four silver nels for the beverage and sipped it, allowing the heat from the cup to warm her hands as the liquid warmed her insides. It slowly slid down her throat, bolstering her against the cold.
"Did you hear about the ruckus in the library two trials ago? I heard that the magical section almost all caught flame. A shelf toppled over and almost into the fire. Lady Maebella said that they could have lost very important texts," she heard an Eidisi say. She was careful not to look over, but the repercussions of her mistake were evident. Viden was on alert now. She'd have to be more careful.
Ten bits later, and the coffee was gone. She set the mug back down and strode back into the cold, prepared this time and fortified with the hot liquid in her body. It would be half a break before the energy began to kick in, so she figured she'd bathe and groom before she returned to her studies. Pushing back into her room, she neatly tidied up the fallen book and paper, then set the pots of water to heating. Sighing, she sat back in the chair she'd slept in and surveyed the smudged notes. She could make some out, but she'd have to rewrite the majority of them. She realized this was a good thing, though, as she barely remembered what she'd begun to read the trial before.
“Knowledge is power? No. Knowledge on its own is nothing, but the application of useful knowledge, now that is powerful.”
- Rob Liano