Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty-Four - Master of Her Craft
Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty-Four - Master of Her Craft
"So, this is the book, huh?" Booksie asked as she eyed Rainnewt's gift.
The book was sitting on the captain's desk in the little office at the rear of the ship that Amaryllis had long ago taken over. I didn't mind that. She was the one who took care of all the paperwork, so she deserved access to the room with all of the ship's logs and maps and the small heap of documentation that came with operating an airship.
"This is the book," Caprica confirmed. "It's a small miracle that we managed to keep possession of it. The city guard wanted it for their own reasons, the Mage's Guild made a claim, and so did the Exploration Guild."
"And yet it ended up on the Beaver?" Booksie asked.
"We were involved from the start, and while our claim is one of the better ones... well, we had it to begin with. Any of the others taking possession of it would mean taking it from us. The various groups involved all wanted it for the prestige, but they wanted others to have it less, and we're rather neutral as far as that goes," Caprica explained. "Also, it technically belongs to you and Rhawr, and no one wants to confiscate something from a dragon."
"And I refused to let it go," Amaryllis said. She looked rather smug about it.
We were rather cramped into the little captain's office at the moment. Most of my friends were here, Awen and Desiree and Caprica and Amaryllis. Calamity chose not to stay since it was around time for his 'I'm on break' catnap.
The whole book-claiming thing sounded like a bunch of political gobbledygook to me. "Can you tell us anything about it?" I asked.