Chronicles of Canera

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Sezithorum’s estate was far enough north and the days were long enough that when the sun rose, it did not illuminate the south-facing windows at all. It was well past dawn before the sun finally shone into Roji’s small and sparsely-furnished room, constructed from mortared bricks and located at the southwest corner of the house.

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Moments later, they were all settled on the couches and cushions in Sezithorum’s bedchamber. Aside from the doors and windows, the entire room – walls, floor and ceiling – was coated with wood panels. A wardrobe stood against one wall, near the large bed, and tapestries filled much of the remaining wall space. There were several small tables scattered around the room with various volumes and flavors of miscellany piled atop them; the one near the bed, acting as a nightstand, had several items on the floor next to it as well.

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Sezithorum spent most of the afternoon poring over his new acquisition, punctuated by more releases of charm. Beyond those brief orders, barely more than grunts, he scarcely said a word to them. He was typically taciturn, and he’d gotten absorbed in books and projects before, but never to the point of completely ignoring them. Even when telling them to get him off, he didn’t look at them, and didn’t seem to notice or care which of them it was.

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“Roji! Come in here!”

Roji sighed. He’d heard Thiri’s hoofbeats returning, followed a few moments later by the master climbing the stairs, and a clatter as equipment hit the floor. The sudden noise had disturbed Pfarth, the sholo that had been flopped across the back of the couch. He looked up interestedly, and scampered into the lab.

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