Kael
Lysander Quill took one look at the papers in my hand and pointed toward a table.
"That one has room."
"I haven't said what I need."
"You've brought three different seals. You'll need room."
The Celestial Library was warmer than it had been on my first visit. Sunlight reached the window chairs, and somebody had finally repaired the draft beneath the one I had once abandoned. A student slept there with a book open on his chest.
I chose the table Lysander had indicated.
He followed carrying a catalogue.
"Are you borrowing or disputing?"
"Can I do both?"
"Not on the same slip."
I laid out the tournament call, the display attachment and my medical clearance. The third day of the month appeared on the reference request he pushed toward me.
He read the first page, adjusted his spectacles, and asked what I wanted to establish.
"Which terms belong to the tournament and which they've attached to it."
"Good. That's a question."
"I've asked you questions before."
