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Who: Booklovers, residents and happenstance travellers
Where: Corehaven, Cepheus
When: Year 194, early fall
What: The Annual People's Faire of Lore and Learning, a.k.a. Nomus, a.k.a. That Week Where Books Are All Over The Place a.k.a. bibliowl mating season

[ if you happen to be visiting or passing through any Cephean town worth its salt this time of year, you're bound to find the main streets by the seeming flood and bustle of people and books, books, books everywhere. Tables and crates and stalls of every imaginable piece of literature that pen could set to paper, regardless of genre, length, age or origin; many rarely seeing the light of day for the rest of the year, or indeed at all. Bartering is as acceptable as payment in coin, with many a pair of well-loved tomes exchanging hands; and some owners are marked with a generous streak at this time of year, offering at times impressive spreads of the written word for no greater price than a promise of care and appreciation.

In the bigger cities the fairs extend for several blocks in all directions, in various parts of the city, open from dawn to dusk; and in the grandest of them, such as that of Corehaven, gaslight keeps some tables laid out, and opens others, throughout the night.

Flocks of bibliowls roost thickly in the eaves of buildings at this time of year, hooting cheerfully in the evenings. ]

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[ it sits there waiting patiently, as books tend to do.

In the meantime, Chrys lets out a breath, shoulders sagging somewhat... and appears to be glancing over the other books. ]

[He studies it in silence for quite some time before you hear him, surprisingly, pipe up]

Do you have a... [there's a word... ....] --the tool used for writing on paper.

...

[ there's an odd look for a moment. ]

A pen or pencil?

[I don't.... what is the difference??.... humans]

--Whatever is available...

[ :|a

...digs a couple of fingers into one of the many thin pockets of his jacket and fishes out a stubby-looking pencil, the lead thick and rounded. Hands it to the tiny ]

[Takes it without a thank you, holding it rather awkwardly, and begins... penciling things onto one of the maps]

[ ---blinks and looks at him ]

...

Have you purchased that?

[GIVES YOU A BLAND LOOK]

No, and nor will anyone else when it is this grossly inaccurate.

[Holding it aloft, having corrected the accuracy of several coast lines, islands, and even current directions]

[ ....stares at it....

a voice cuts in from close behind both of them.

"Hey! What do you boys think you're doing?!" ]

[DOESN'T TURN, apparently not even considering that the address might include him him. He just continues scrutinizing the atlas, tracing paths in the water with his finger.]

[ meanwhile, it sounds like he's turned around to say ]

Ah-- sir, hold on--

[ and tiny may feel that abrupt grabbing of the scruff of his collar by a meaty hand ]

[You know, it's pretty remarkable that someone like him has the reflexes of a soldier.

Which is to say, he whips around quick as lightning, decking his attacker across the head with the atlas... possibly with more force than strictly necessary]