Lucius spends a great deal of his free time in libraries and bookshops, in Baedal. Partly because he finds the quiet comforting, and largely because he's still hoping to find some clue that will point a way home.
And, very occasionally, for work.
He's run into a tricky problem with a new sort of custom ward he's been developing, and pure trial and error is taking him too long. So, instead, he's working his way through a stack of books whose spines read things like "Minor Spellwork Modifications in Diverse Locales" and "Self-Sustaining Charms For The Common Man." He's making notes, on a scroll, with quill and ink.
From time to time, he spares a quick glance at his surroundings. Old habits are hard to break, and even if they weren't he still distrusts Baedal.
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And, very occasionally, for work.
He's run into a tricky problem with a new sort of custom ward he's been developing, and pure trial and error is taking him too long. So, instead, he's working his way through a stack of books whose spines read things like "Minor Spellwork Modifications in Diverse Locales" and "Self-Sustaining Charms For The Common Man." He's making notes, on a scroll, with quill and ink.
From time to time, he spares a quick glance at his surroundings. Old habits are hard to break, and even if they weren't he still distrusts Baedal.