In a luxurious inn room in Aethelgard, a man was sifting through a stack of papers, savoring the sensation.
Accustomed to handling documents electronically, Isaac Vance felt as if he had been transported back a few centuries by having to deal with them this way.
The feeling was strange; while the process was more methodical and had a certain charm, the extreme inefficiency of it was driving him crazy.
"Damn, I could handle this at least ten times faster if I could use the scanning features of my ocular device here... now I'm forced to read every tiny detail in a flowery and inefficient language, just because the nobles here feel that the more difficult something is written, the more prestigious the author of that text is..." Isaac sighed as he finished reading the fourth line of the explanation for an article that could be described in fewer than 10 words.
