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Message: <blockquote data-quote="weldon" data-source="post: 4839694" data-attributes="member: 18817">Oh, I... sorry 'bout that. So sorry, ma'am. Finnian is visibly out of sorts, having been discomfited in his plans to relax.Ah, yes. There you are Marcelle. Forgot you were still with us. And what do you mean it's not a book shop? Where else does one find writing? It's all in books, right? Sheesh.Finnian looks over and catches the tail end of a nasty glare from Annie.I, uh... I, uh, better go check on Erlai.Finnian hurries out the door to make sure the hawk knows that he's still inside the house and that everything is alright, but mostly to get away from these strange people that carry thousands of gold pieces around in little wooden boxes as if it's nothing and don't have any proper furniture, and "polish" the tables where you put your feet up and smoke compost made from banana leaves and manure, and use magic to grab papers out of your hands, and... well, and have strange paper rats in their heads that pull you in through the ear, and well, it's just too much to think about.After a few minutes, Finnian returns to the room with the others, but this time he stays standing along the edge of the room, peering over to see what Vaunea is doing with the writing instruments.</blockquote>