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Following my meditation I assembled one of the large, yet loose armors and packed it into a backpack. Meep didn't understand the purpose of the garments, but I insisted that she wear them, at least whenever I was around. She still thinks I have some kind of armor fetish, just as her former Master had a maid fetish. In truth, seeing her cold naked stone body, those large soft breasts as big as my head, it was inordinately arousing and I knew it would interfere with my work.

I tried to ask Meep questions about the cathedral and the world, but she was less forthcoming than I had hoped. I managed to learn that this cathedral had been used in the worship of a pantheon of old gods, with Marae as the chief goddess. This was before the animal people, before the demons. Marae taught the people and rose the animals into intelligent people as well. Many humans worshiped the animal people as Marae's 'superior creations.' She knows a fair bit more than she is telling me, but it pains her to think about it, and I haven't the heart to force her.

I asked Meep to read my notes, to memorize them. “Meep, you are to be my Memory Keeper. If I should forget, I need you to remind me. Can you do that for me?" She nodded and said she would do all within her power.

I thanked her and complimented her on the work she'd done on cleaning up the cathedral. There was a lot of work still to do, but it was a clear improvement.

Knowing, inside somehow, that I shouldn't stay away from camp too long I returned. Everything was still in order, but I felt much better having checked.

I returned to Tel'Adre, initially to purchase another browny. To my surprise a new path had opened in the central market street and I felt beckoned to explore. At first it was a network of rundown apartments and warehouses, but eventually I managed to find my way to the largest fixture of the city, the glimmering tower of the mages who protect Tel'Adre. This large spire could easily hold everyone I knew ten times over and still have room to spare.

The front entry way appeared to be fairly heavily guarded, and the two elites at the entranced turned me away, directing me to a different entrance, one they called the 'public library.' I was in shock at this revelations. A true library, with public access.

Following the directions I quickly came upon another face of the tower. I expected an epic entrance, large double doors ten times my height perhaps, opening with a dramatic creak as I would push them out of the way with all my strength, maybe even gargoyle door knockers… but instead, I saw a polite little entrance with shiny little hinges, appearing almost like any apartment entrance. At least it was well maintained.

Inside, a single room took up the entire space of the first floor. There were staircases leading up and down at opposite ends, but most of the room was furnished with simple seats and tables, a few large sitting pillows. Scrolls and books littered every surface, likely pulled from a series of shelves set under the curving staircases. A single man carefully turned through the pages of one book, though he didn't seem to be reading it. Beside him sat a large stack of books. As I stepped closer he glanced up.

“I'm sorry," he said with a voice so weary I was almost surprised he didn't fall over face-first in the exertion of the words. “The library is not presently open to visitors, due to defacement and…" He paused, looking at a book next to him covered in an off-white crust which immediately explained the powerful musk that filled the chamber. “Vandalism." His eyes looked twice as tired as his voice sounded, darkened to the point they almost seemed bruised. His skin was pale, or rather, pallid, and lean such that I could almost see his cheekbones. He was obviously in poor health. “I'm afraid there is no present estimate as to when we will re-open, as unfortunately no other members of the Covenant are presently able to devote the time to inspect and record the extent of the damages."

He wore a finely tailored suit, the coat resting on the chair behind him and the waistcoat fully buttoned while the chain of what I assumed was his pocket watch dangled freely. His short hair appeared lifeless and cold blue, tossed about so dishevelled I wondered if he'd ever touched a comb. “I presume that you are not here on a social visit," he continued without letting me speak despite the slow pace of his words. “Given that we have a very limited interaction with the populace these days. Goodness, I doubt you even know who I am. No longer recognized on the street, not thanked for my tireless work." He shook his head and I tried to speak up, but he continued and crossed his arms. “The sun rises and falls and each time they forget more of those who work themselves to the bone to keep them safe." I wasn't quite sure what warranted this monologue, but it sounded like it might be at least vaguely informative, so I remained quiet. “I likely met you as a babe, you know. Took it upon myself to ensure that the names of every citizen would be written down, to mark that they had been here should they ever pass on. But you likely extend no such courtesy to me. A Shame. Quinn. Thadious quinn, the Monolith of Bone. Ah, but it is too long since I was known by such a title. The walls of Barrow exist only in memory and tomes now."

Despite his frailty, Quinn didn't look much older than myself, or perhaps my older cousins back in Ingnam. This pining for the past was making me feel uncomfortable, especially as I recalled how my own memories were fading from me.

He looked around and lifted a book. “But none of that matters now. The sycophants that clutter this town thought it would be amusing to fornicate wildly and rapidly within the library with no regard for where their filth would wind up or what would be damaged in the process. It will take months to go through every tome and list the damages and detail. Updating the index, cross-referencing between existing damages, re-evaluating the justifications of placing it on the shelf…. it's enough to slab a man." He shook his head as he looked across the shelves.

I took the opportunity to ask regarding his health, and suggested that perhaps I could help. He waved me away and sent his frail fingers through his hair, further disorganizing it. “As a member of the Covenant it is my duty - nay, privilege - to look over this city and protect it from the harm the outside world will do. However, unlike many of my colleagues, I have chosen to take actual responsibilities in the management of this town - and this library. This makes holing up in one of the tower's rooms and spending my days meditating to maintain the town's defences… untenable." With pride, he dusted off his waistcoat and set the cum stained book to one side. “Thus, I have taken into my possession a small item which will allow my fellow magisters to siphon from my magical ability and direct it to such a noble purpose. Should I need to call upon my full capabilities I shall simply remove this object from my person, and the vim and vigor that I am proud to maintain shall spring back and rejuvenate me." It was good to see him smile and chuckle, even if the action did seem to rattle his cheekbones. “Until then, I am proud to wear the so-called scars of my station. Would that everyone had such selflessness."

He finally turned to face me, evaluating my manner of dress and armaments. “Hmmm, no. I can see that you would be of little help here, warrior. Even the seepage from your nethers betrays you, the musk here would drive your mind away from the text. I'm sorry, but you must go. I've much work to do."

It was so normal now, the wetness sliding down my legs, that I hadn't even noticed how powerfully the scent of sex was affecting me. I bowed and promised I would do what I could not to forget him. I assured him I would return another time better prepared to aid in the restoration of knowledge. But in the meantime, I didn't feel ready to return to camp.

I sat with Urta at The Wet Bitch, disturbingly getting more accustomed to the name and the lewd sights all around. Despite the strange beings around me and the occasional grope the tavern felt a lot like home. The spider woman at the bar gave me another pair of rounds for Urta and I and I didn't even flinch as she looked me over with her many eyes. Eventually, Urta had to return to her rounds and I was left alone in the crowed.

There was a centauress that Urta introduced me to, a fellow guard, but I got the feeling she was at the bar looking for 'clients' for her after hours job. Looking around for someone else I might spend my time with I saw one striking figure sitting in an alcove drinking alone. It was her manner of dress, covered head to toe in white cloth, even wearing a veil. Her piercing blue eyes followed me, so I approached her and gave a polite greeting. Beneath the veil I couldn't quite tell, but I thought she might be smirking at me.

In a low and husky voice she returned my greeting and gestured for me to sit. “You're a new face, no?" I accepted the seat and spoke with her at length. Dominika often laughed at what she said as if there were deeper jokes, but I didn't know the references. Most astonishingly, she knew I was from Ingnam, but she had no knowledge of my family. She had only heard tale of the Champions that came from Ignam in decades past. She'd even spoken with one Champion and recognized my accent.

Donikika's home is located somewhere very far away, so far that few in Tel'Adre have ever heard of it, and she fears she may never return. I felt a sympathetic bond with her, sisters from different lands, both trapped here and trying to learn all we can. We both share the hope that one day, we might be able to return to our homes. We talked about our travels for nearly an hour when I commented how normal her body's proportions were. No massive breasts, multiple cocks, or lust mad mind. We commiserated over the difficulty of finding clean food in this realm, one of us even saying, “You don't have to put everything you find in your mouth." As time went on I felt closer and closer to her, but eventually, she had to go, and I did to.

At camp I couldn't keep her out of my mind, and increasingly my thoughts turned sensual. I kept imagining myself tearing away her white body covering and pressing myself against her as we fingered one another in passionate union. After all, she's a woman too, I'd had sex with other women. This wouldn't be violating the memory of my betrothed, what little I had left of him. But would she think less of me if I suggested it, after all we'd said about avoiding the lusts of the land's foods. Out of the shame and fear I climbed into my nest to sleep without letting myself satisfy my body's cravings for her unknown exotic body.