Date: Eleventh of January, year 810 Post Seminal War (810 PSW)

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Job cleared his throat, both to dismiss the Whisper and to get the attention of the Urd, ""

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“ Hey girls, any objection to four Urd coming with us? It’s not safe for them down here, or in Varr Barak for that matter.”

Enra blinked, scrunched her little button nose, and rubber one of her pointy ears, “back to the Library with us, to work for Head Archivist Innoch?”

Sly shrugged and tossed her hands, “no salt on my back. Index?”

Index capped her ink and started cleaning her brush, “I and my father could probably use a few sets of hands about the place, if they could be trusted.”

Job nodded, fairly sure the Urd had been listening to every word, “alright, we were leaving tonight anyway, and from the looks of things we’ve got an empty crate anyway, so getting them out shouldn’t be an issue. "

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The sound of shifting stone echoed down the hallway.

Job looked at Enra, “We expecting anyone else to join us?”

Enra shook her head and reached for something in the bottom of her backpack, “no.”

“ Sly, keep an eye out for trouble. Index, forget transcribing things, we need to pack quickly and be able to move faster. Get a crate ready to hold the Urd so we can get them past the dwarves.”

Index sprang to her feet, the ink stored back in one forearm, the brush and scroll of parchment folding up into the other. “On it, but it’ll take a few minutes to pack everything up.”