Muddied Intentions

Muddied Intentions

Postby Glenn » Wed Feb 26, 2020 1:42 am

Genny Tolleson had finite resources at her disposal. It was not simply that she was left alone (Rhaena Olwak dead, Glenn Burnie and Gloria Wynsee gone, Agnieszka Kaczmarek broken, many more minds ravaged and stomachs emptied). It was that the entire system of Myrken's government had been gutted by the distant and uncaring hand of the King (Or at least one of his smaller fingers). She performed admirably in the years that followed, quiet years, years without bloodshed or horrors as had been seen in the decade(s) before. So recently, she had spearheaded an initiative to restore the Meetinghouse, and hopefully this one would stand for more than five years, a true feat relative to the last.

There was only so much largess to go around, however, and other institutions, even ones she might be fond of, remained in tragic disrepair.

Gloria Wynsee had suggested the meetinghouse. Glenn Burnie had countered with this. In some ways, it was a natural, logical fit for them. At any time, at least two of the three were more comfortable with books than with other people (which two, which books, which people, and how comfortable they were in general could all be contested, but as a general equation, it balanced). There were places of magic and wonder in Myrken Wood if one searched long and hard enough for them. The Library of Mudd was not this, not unless one counted its ceiling's ability to spring leaks even in the midst of a drought. Myrkentown was not known for any sort of broad literacy and the Library seemed to match the town perfectly. There were enough books, but their topics were varied in all the wrong way; that is, to say, you were far more likely to find something you did not want or need than the alternative. Their condition could be best be described as congealed. If one had the time, effort, and care, one could pull the books apart and untangle their pages. In fact, the slimy residue left on one's fingers might even assist in page-turning! This was a feature that the grand libraries of Razasan could not hope to match. Such dampness made for a wonderful natural fireproofing as well.

A trust had been left by the library's namesake and it kept the building staffed, standing, and operational, but scant more than that.

Anyway, humans were infinitely adaptable, thankfully, so the smell of mildew only truly bothered one for a few minutes.

Almost certainly, Glenn Burnie would have arrived first to this fell meeting. He had staked out a generally intact table, not a hard task given how few other patrons entered or left during the span of an average day. The Search for Wisdom by a Laurence Mannering lay open in front of him, most of the way finished. His posture may have begun rigid and focused, but by now, even just an hour or two in, it had decayed like the rest of the building. His earth-tones, for it was always earth-tones, did not look out of place which was a compliment to to neither party. This was a book he had ready thirteen years prior upon his arrival to Myrken Wood, and looking at it again, after having gained wisdom itself, the best thing he could say about it is that it would make Gloria's arrival more than welcome.

Perhaps that had been the point.
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