“Also,” Lift added as the woman wrote, “I found another Radiant, only she’s real old, and kinda looks like an underfed crab without no shell.” She looked to the Stump, and shrugged in a half apology. The scribe took to writing what Lift had told her, which would be enough to tell Gawx that she was well. Mostly he wanted to know if she was all right. He didn’t want to share state secrets over spanreed. And then there was the issue with the parshmen, which could prove an even greater danger. The empire would survive, it said, but would take long to recover- particularly if the storm kept returning. “And I got this strange wart on my toe that keeps growin’ back when I cut it off-I think because I heal myself with my awesomeness, which is starvin’ inconvenient.” The scribe looked to her, then sighed and read the message that Gawx had sent her.
“His Imperial Majesty was very pleased that you contacted me, and he has already sent a message asking for the details of your health.” “Tell him I ain’t eaten nearly enough pancakes,” Lift said. To be out traveling.” She unpacked her tools: a spanreed board, paper, and pen.
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