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She grins at him. "You go on to your class. I'm going to walk back now... it's pretty out today and I've been shut indoors so much I feel like I'm fading. I'll see you back home after your time with Mica, dulcha. Have fun." She nuzzles him fondly and trots off back down the hill, tail waving like flag behind her, her wings carefully folded against her sides, so close one had to look close to see them there. Too large to be a house cat, too small to be a full grown lion, she's rather cute and looks rather tempting. Good thing she's capable of taking care of herself. Any tom who goes after this kitten is going to have his eyes scratched out.

Br. Grayson opens the door and smiles widely upon seeing him. "Kero, how are you?" he asks letting him into the office. "Did you get things squared away with your sira?"

"That is very good. No weapon today I see. All to the well and good. I suspect Master Mica will need your help in preparing something he wishes to work on. Go on through to his workshop. You've been there before, I'm sure. It's at the back of his apartment. Fare thee well, Kerobian." says the brother letting himself out.

The office is a disorganized mess. Aparantly Mica's secretary must have been one of those who was still ill because there is no way the man would have let it get in this condition.

Following the sounds of someone humming to himself, Kero soon locate Mica, who is trying to manhandle a bundle of books onto his worktable.

"Ah, Kero... thank you... thank you..." laughs Mica quickly cutting the cords that bound it. "That stack was getting away from me there. So, are you feeling better today? I'm really sorry for not being able to talk to you or do our lessons the other day, but with half of the compound either sick or recovering, I had so much to do."

Mica smiles. "I'll make a deal with you. You help me cull this new shipment, sorting through the volumes for anything worth keeping, then mend a few of the others and tomorrow you'll have my undivided attention. I need to go through these today and send back those I do not wish to pay for. The librarian at the High Temple has an agreement with a certain book dealer, who I fear remains nameless... for reasons best left unknown as well... Don't worry the books aren't stolen or anything like that, but his own sources are rather iffy. Anyway, give me a hand today and tomorrow we'll work on some of your magic courses. Fair enough?"

Mica smiles widely at him . "Yes and no... yes it means we obtain books which may have come to use through well illicit venues, but some of those books... mayhaps most of them... were originally obtained in less friendly manners, some through theft and or murder... ill gotten gains to begin with. You'd be surprised how many volumes of sacred text I've recovered for the temple in this manner... or volumes of diobolical intent I've removed from the market place. Many a time, the dealers have no idea what they are attempting to off load. Such as that cloth wrapped parcel over on that shelf. It's something I meant to give you for you coming of age party and in the craziness of the time, misplaced. Go on... open it. I think you'll enjoy it's contents."

Mica watches him with a fond smile. "I know the harp isn't your favorite of instruments, but the composer of those pieces might surprise you." he remarks as Kero carefully opens it to it's cover page. It is, of all things, a hand scripted, signed copy of three of Talesian Firebrand's original compositions. Mica waits to see his reaction before continuing.

"I have it on the best authority that that is written in his own hand, but then you would be the best to authenticate that, having lived with him so long. Careful though. It's protective spell is slowly fading. It's ancient, a gift from one who received it from the king's library himself. It had been on display there for centuries, but was relegated to the stacks by the time he stumbled upon it. He claims to have gotten it for a song. Something I find hard to believe. Still, it is yours, if you wish it."