Law, Duty, Honor



Finally, you return to the table, sitting down alongside the Keeper, who scrawls quickly along a piece of paper, not even seeming to note your presence, except when he finishes.  His old ink quill is set aside, and the still-wet page is offered over to you.  With an apologetic, warm smile, the man shrugs.  "This is it, friend.  If you like what you've seen, keep going.  If you don't - then it was good to meet you.  If you did, though - the writer's rather excited to make your acquaintance, I can promise that." 

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