"I would be most willing to pay for such lessons," Lieuen comments as he begins and there is promise of some wealth in such an education. Pity Victor lacks it, for he may have brokered a discount for this translation, but Lieuen shall not speak further to that. It is, after all, in his best interests to continue in a vein that sees his revenues rise.
The base profiles are easily run through once more, his familiarity with these particular words still strong in his mind from their last session. Lizardlike Qi, feathery Julyt, hulking Bysaliat, strange Ropsrch, and strikingly normal Achavielle in comparison. Briefly, he wonders what each were like, but he continues into the new material in search of what answers it may hold.
One hour passes as he works, and then another. Coal-stoked heating pans are brought in and exchanged for his guest's comfort. Food and beverages are similarly made available, set upon a table at the side, and all the while Lieuen focuses intently on the tome.
They are nearing their third hour before he leans back, stretching his neck upwards in such a way that sounds a dozen or more cracks. "Interesting," he murmurs, turning the book slowly towards Victor.
"This portion addresses Achavielle primarily," he explains, showing the first page of the section to be a series of profile sketches of the woman. "There is reference to her being the Ashwood -- ah, alas, the title itself has been struck from each mention, though I was able to make out its honourary prefix with some effort." He turns the page, displaying anatomical sketches of the subject, quite detailed and unabashed. "It appears she volunteered to provide this project with a baseline of sorts to measure the other subjects by. Her history is simple enough, though has been heavily censored. She served in the old military and fought in many, many campaigns under the generals that came before Ironwood and Alderwood, though she served under he as well. She was fit and a mere six hundred years old when she undertook this responsibility, but little remarkable distinguishes. I presume this is why she bears such value as a baseline." Lieuen turns another page carefully, then pushes the tome gently towards Victor. "Do you have questions of particular section from what I have just explained?"
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The base profiles are easily run through once more, his familiarity with these particular words still strong in his mind from their last session. Lizardlike Qi, feathery Julyt, hulking Bysaliat, strange Ropsrch, and strikingly normal Achavielle in comparison. Briefly, he wonders what each were like, but he continues into the new material in search of what answers it may hold.
One hour passes as he works, and then another. Coal-stoked heating pans are brought in and exchanged for his guest's comfort. Food and beverages are similarly made available, set upon a table at the side, and all the while Lieuen focuses intently on the tome.
They are nearing their third hour before he leans back, stretching his neck upwards in such a way that sounds a dozen or more cracks. "Interesting," he murmurs, turning the book slowly towards Victor.
"This portion addresses Achavielle primarily," he explains, showing the first page of the section to be a series of profile sketches of the woman. "There is reference to her being the Ashwood -- ah, alas, the title itself has been struck from each mention, though I was able to make out its honourary prefix with some effort." He turns the page, displaying anatomical sketches of the subject, quite detailed and unabashed. "It appears she volunteered to provide this project with a baseline of sorts to measure the other subjects by. Her history is simple enough, though has been heavily censored. She served in the old military and fought in many, many campaigns under the generals that came before Ironwood and Alderwood, though she served under he as well. She was fit and a mere six hundred years old when she undertook this responsibility, but little remarkable distinguishes. I presume this is why she bears such value as a baseline." Lieuen turns another page carefully, then pushes the tome gently towards Victor. "Do you have questions of particular section from what I have just explained?"