“I can see that things won’t be that different here in some ways. That I’m illiterate.” I pause, looking them both over boldly. “Vale and his sister think that because I’m poor, I can’t appreciate fine things. “It was a bit beyond me.” Fain blows out a deep breath and shakes his head. He narrows white-hot eyes on me, his words clipped. “How about you, Vale? Have you worked through it?” I purposely address him informally, even though it’s considered disrespectful. He’s gone very quiet and still, but I can sense the unsettled heat churning behind his fiery gaze. Almost to the end.” “I finished it two years ago.” Fain stares at me, silent. “Of course I’ve worked out most of the sets. “That’s, er, impressive.” “And Principia Mathematica. “I’ve a hard time making heads or tails of the bulk of it.” “I’ve worked every tonic in there to at least one-eighth capacity using substandard, cheap ingredients,” I state flatly. “That’s the premier guild text.” He gives a nervous titter and shakes his head. “Are you familiar with The Realm Apothecarium?” “Y-yes, of course,” Fain stammers, nodding disjointedly. “And I do, in fact, know how to read.” I look to Fain.
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