A scholar stood at the threshold in blue robes, a leatherbound book in one hand and a quill in the other.
Radeon recognized the cut of those sleeves. He still remembered the weight of them from the years when he wore the same colors.
Everwritten Archivists Court.
The scholar lifted his chin and let his voice carry.
"If I might have your attention. I serve as a scholar of the Everwritten Archivists Court. The rules will be given as they stand. I will add nothing to them, and dispute no point with invention, unless both you and I care to provoke the city's proprietor."
He offered no flattery, only instruction, as though he meant to spare them trouble rather than win their favor.
He did not shout. He did not need to. The crowd quieted anyway.
"First. No vandalism. No loitering. Do not leave valuables unattended. Should you mislay something, do not expect restitution. This establishment operates under the auspices of the Ossuary Necropolis Court."
