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There is a room in your hold, not significantly larger than a wagon cart. It has served its purpose well in the past, it had an unnatural proficiency at the generation of dust fibers and spiders. Now it is doubling as a scriptorium!

It is a rare thing for a chieftain to have a book in his hold. Rarer still for him to have a scribe, but a scribe that is young and beautiful, decked out in gold and wearing a raiment designed to keep no secrets why you remain positive that in all the world there is only one, and she is all yours.

You enter the Scriptorium, Kushnuma keeping track of your righteous deeds, casts a glance over her silk clad shoulder.

"Yes master?", Kushnuma asked. "How may I serve you?"

Her nipples visibly stiffen under her gown

That is all you needed to know.

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