"The Court hears everyone. It cannot enter what you say, because you cannot be read." – the Justice of the Hours
FIELD REPORT – Ferdinand Lusk REPORT 13 OF 14 SUBJECT: The Bureau's oil; a pledge; nineteen days lit The Bureau's oil did not come. I record this without complaint, because the Bureau's advances were late in the last two shards also and I had not, until this one, been in a city where the advance was the only thing that stood between a surveyor and being nothing. On the twenty-sixth day my lamp-hours ran out. The tavern would not light me, the broker would not lend me, and a survey without lamp-oil is four hours of daylight and a cold room, and I had nine reports still to make. I went to the tall desk with my chit. The Registrar named a sum in hours, which was generous, and read me the terms, which I had copied in my third report and had not understood until he read them to me as applying to myself. I signed. The next noon I took off my boots at the Table. Lind asked me three times. I had watched her ask the man in the plain coat and had thought that I knew the three questions. I ans...
From the lore of The Ledger of Shadows.