'I understand that you must continue your travels. Thank you for your company and for indulging me. Are you continuing east? In the village of Iridír there is an old woman called Amâsu. I owe her three scrolls. Would you deliver them for me?

'As busy as I appear, would you believe I have very few customers? Last year I had more work than time. The Great Southern Empire of Ordâkh ruled here until not long ago, and they were my only customers. Sadly, they did not allow our people to learn to read or write, so I am unsure what the future has in store for me.

'Amâsu is a kindly woman, and probably just bought some of my scrolls to be charitable.'

Sûlmur laughs again, but this time you sense discomfort.

'Well, whether she needs them or not, she paid, so the order will be fulfilled. Would you mind? The roads are perilous and I would prefer to stay here.'