"I wonder when this 'for the good of all' business started," Lucian murmured over breakfast. Alice buttered her croissant and chewed thoughtfully. "Do you think the library will have any answers?"
He drank some orange juice and shook his head. "With people having different passions than their job, a librarian could be anywhere."
"But still, it's worth a try. This town is just so sad."
"It is. I guess it's time to investigate a little more. There's no actual decree, but it'll keep us busy while we wait for crow-mail."
If there's any crow-mail for us, anyway.
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Unfortunately, when they visited the crow-mail post, there was no letter waiting for them.
"Exploring the town it is, I guess..."
The local blacksmith had a small bookshelf, but Alice thought she saw a notebook labeled poetry.
"Good morning, blacksmith." He grunted and continued his work. The muscular middle-aged man melted steel and pounded it to a beautiful weapon.
