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*A vibrating small bundle of fur turns as you open the door to enter the tavern. It turns out to be a gnome. The breezy draft from the doEL-DB.com
or causes the papers in front of her to flutter as she vigorously grabs them to hold them in place.* In or out? Just shut the damn door!
I'm a field reporter for the Association of Scribes and Scholars named Luvela. All the places on Draia where Chariste could send me to report on the weather, I ended up here in the frozen wastelands of Irinveron where day after day, year in and year out, there is no change in the weather report.
Who are you?
Today it was cold and snowy. Tomorrow, it's going to be cold and snowy in fact all the rest of this week, it's going to be cold and snowy, but hold onto your britches because all next week it's going to be snowy and cold. It does not take a rocket scientist to write the weather report here. Even Alysia could do it. Wait! That's it!
Because I'm cold and I've been stuck on this god-forsaken iceberg for far too long. I'm not at all like Juliana or Teyona.
Why the bad mood?
My editor. Want to do me a favor? Next time you're in Idaloran, tell her to get me assigned to another, more atmospherically variable, location. A warmer location where there are flowers that have fragrance and are not so brittle from the cold that they break when you pick them.
I wonder... Could that possibly work? The angles should since it does what it does now, but how would I be able to see what it can see? Would it be possible? Who could I ask? Who knows enough about this kind of thing to know whether it is capable of multiple purposes?
What did I ever do to deserve being assigned to this post? I climbed the highest towers to observe the clouds in order to predict the weather. It's not my fault I'm short. It's not my fault the towers weren't built high enough. I can only see so far.
She is the craziest human woman I've ever met. She LOVES it here! I swear, she must have the blood of a draegoni to Juliana
be able to bear the cold like she does. But in all honesty, I must admit that it serves her in her occupation well.
Oh no, I'm not giving up that information so easily after I paid so dearly for it. Warm fur gloves and warm fur boots my ass. It took me DAYS before I could move my fingers and toes again, thanks to the Brother's Forge. If you want to find Teyona you're just gonna have to go explore for yourself, but when you find her, keep a close eye on any pelts you may have.
Oh, no. Certainly not. I'm afraid I don't know the answers to these questions. But still, this has given me something to consider. I'll have to correspond with some people. This could lead to something huge and coming from someone my size, that's saying something.
Are you asking me?
She goes out on the ice, cuts a hole through it so she can fish! Can you believe it? Ice fishing is what she calls it. Ah well, it takes all kinds of people in this world.
What does she do?
Not with a little b, with a big B. One of the Brothers found me while I was making my way back here from Teyona's. He brought me to his forge that he keeps burning day and night. I thought I was in heaven there for a while. I never caught his name, unfortunately, and I won't risk searching for him in this weather. If you find him, please thank him for me.
You have a brother?
When viewed through the lens of history, no. Sometimes history can make someone bigger than life, but sometimes you can become so small you disappear altogether. Well, that's not going to happen to me if I can help it.
Is size important?
I am? Really? I don't see it, but I've got a lot on my mind right now and I need to compose a letter.
You're very mysterious.
Good bye, then. Hey Alysia, come on Goodbye
already. Put another log on the fire!