Hefting yet another box of books outside and leaning against a sore back.
"This would be so much easier with magic"
[Wraithvine shows up] "Someone say magic?"
"You don't mind helping clean a library?"
[Wraithvine with a grin] "Libraries are my favorite places to relax."
"Great, grab a box" -- Anon Guest
[AN: Wraithvine's a lot more subtle than that, lol]
Moving a library is difficult business. It has to be done when the old library runs out of room or falls victim to building decay... or when the visitors dry up and they need to be closer to people who want to read.
Libraries are temples to the goddess of wisdom and knowledge, and temples need worshippers.
This one had slowly fallen from grace. So slowly and so far that there was just one priestess left to load the wagons and move the tomes from one archive to another. The wagons were large, but the draughtbeasts were phlegmatic and very tame. The library, too, was large. Priestess Laurin moved things carefully of course. Packing scrolls, tablets, and tomes with care and caution. Stacking them just so in each cart. And when she got there, she would have to revise, review, refile, and reference all of them.
At least she'd have help for that.
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