In the back alleys of Barvados, behind a large terra cotta tavern lies a small workshop, built low to the ground in almost miniature proportions. Inside, all is silent, but for the rustling of pages, and the occasional cough. Outside, the air is raucous with noise from the neighboring ale house. What is this building, so out of place with its surroundings? It is Minchskin Manuscripts, the office, workplace, and home of one Morton Minchskin, bookbinder extrodinare.
Minchskin's Manuscripts is located off the main streets in Barvados, the largest city in the Southern-most province of Santharia, Brendolan.
Function: Minchskin's Manuscripts is where Morton Minchskin makes his living and his home. Morton, a gnome of quite small stature, has built his bookbinding empire up from this tiny hovel. Most of the workshop is a wide room filled with various pieces of bookbinding instruments. Here, a paper press, there, a writing desk. By the front, near the door, sits a large oaken desk, where Morton takes his orders and contracts from.
Of course, 'pon, re-rereading the Minch entry, it seems the hide may be a bit too dry to produce leather this fine - anyone know where a Wayfarer could find a Mole-esque creature?
Or pr'haps we just have a surly ol' Dwarfen bookbinder named Urgnut Minchskin or summat who keeps his weatherproof book-binding techniques to 'emself?
*The Wayfarer wanders in*
Bear in mind, gentle-folk, that mappage is a verrry difficult process - p'rhaps it'd serve us all better just to accept the travel times as written, and communicate in days and fortnights rather then peds or strals?
Sanash eyes the goodies with a wary eye, before nodding his ascent. Lifting his hands, ever-so-slowly up to his hood, he gives a cautious wink, lowers his veil and.... is revealed to be an entirely unfamiliar Erpheronian.
"Couldn't ruin the surprise that easily, eh? Anyways, ol' Sanash has his reasons for keeping secrets - 'tis hard to start out a new journey if yer backs already hurtin' with scrolls, ayuh?"
The Wayfarer takes a long heart drink of the Shendar ale. "Me dear Lady," he quips, "perhaps ye'd like some water?"
Smiling a roguish smile, Sanash unrolls his pack. "Now, where'd I put those, where'd I put those?" He unrolls his bag, producing all manner of libations, snacks, scrolls, and quills. Happening upon a small notebook, he at once lights up with delight. "Ah! Good friends! Have any of ye ever happened upon a Minchskin notebook? P'rhaps if I had a moment to talk with the Bard, she could enlighten me onto the processes involved in stripping a Minchwrat of its hide... that is, if anyones seen hide or hair of the fine Lady?"
Well, well, well! Never thought I'd see the shores pf Santharia again - its been quite some time since I've wandered this way, but it seems Santharia's called me home again, albeit by a new name and race. Well, there are tales to be wrought, and songs got me to sing: so tell me friends and wanderers: where my journey may begin?