Bound Knowledge

My shop is open. There has been a steady stream of customers since I unlocked the doors this evening, as most of my work here has to be done after I leave the school, and I haven't had time to check on the library for several days now. I chose this district because I knew the theatre patrons were of creative personality, or willing absorb that which was out of the ordinary, and would therefore be inclined to embrace such an establishment.

I've made some negotiations, and managed to get a slave work force for some of the unloading of crates and so forth. Unfortunately, the slave I know as Skirt has been possibly kidnapped by a man from the other planet, and it seems I was the last one to see her. Zeb, her owner, has been reticent, but I can tell he is worried about her. As for the others, Mads and Portia have each put in a visit(s), to the shop. A slave I had not known prior crossed my path, and decided she has feelings for me. We are on short association, and while I suppose it should flatter me, I register more concern than anything else. It doesn't seem like a healthy thing to fall for someone so quickly. Her Master wanted to know if I was interested in her for purchase, but she is not yet fully trained, and cannot read or write. There was a time I might have been willing to handle these aspects myself, but those days are past. They will not come again since I devote myself to raising my son.

The usual suspects are visiting Ar in preparation for our pending trip to Corcyrus, where I hope to locate some antique volumes surrounding important battles in the region. I've been packed for a hand now, except for the things one cannot put in a wagon until the last moment. Sekret sent Julian a cloak of blue, and he wears it on all his outings, as he will wear it on the journey. She and Therise have offered more than once to take care of him, and despite Nonny coming along on the trip, I will no doubt have to accept.