Isolde sat at the clerk’s table with the quarterly ledgers spread in front of her and a list of empty buildings along the lower harbor that might serve as an alms house. The room was warm from the afternoon sun coming through the single window, although not as warm as Valemonde would be this time of year, thanks to the regular rain this region recieved. Two clerks stood at a side table, checking figures and facts for her, copying down…
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