When I was
young, a distant glimpse of the Makers set me on my path.
To find the
Scribes is sufficient call to our way of life. I spent years as an apprentice
Paper-Reclaimer, slowly working my way up to Ink-Confector, then Pensmith.
Invested at last in my sacred robes as Scribe, I labored a month on my first
composition.
Master
Truehand led me to the very top of Mount
Cheforiac
We cast our
tales to the winds, O Makers, hoping that you will notice us.
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