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[history_keeper]

[Have a wild Bookman sitting behind a desk in the library in the East wing, flipping through both welcome pamphlets.  Piles of journals written by his Apprentices both past and present are scattered across the desk, nearby chairs and the floor next to his feet. He harrumphs at both pamphlets pushing them off to one side.]

Any minute now.

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[notpapa]

Not again. [Just... looking over the papers. And going "FML" the entire time.]

((This "Lavi" is Bookman now himself, and 48 years old without an eyepatch anymore :3))

[history_keeper]

Less than happy to see me, boy? [And yes, he still gets to call you boy, youngun' Bookman that he is]

[notpapa]

Just glad I haven't been kicked in th' head yet, to be honest. [That's a "yes".]

[history_keeper]

I could oblige you, for old time's sake.

[Gestures to a chair. Sit, Bookman. Sit]

[notpapa]

I'll pass.

[But he sits, sifting through the papers on the table.]

[history_keeper]

I do hope that none of this is your work.

[Making a gesture to the pile of journals, which he has stacked in terms of quality]

[notpapa]

I know better than to keep my logs where they can be found.

[history_keeper]

[Nods curtly] How many Bookman are currently here?

[notpapa]

Officially just you and I. The apprentices move around more often than is feasible to keep track of.

[history_keeper]

Then give me a rough estimate of those that are still salvageable.

[notpapa]

I don't think our definitions would agree.

[history_keeper]

And what makes you say that?

[notpapa]

You never know with world differences. [Liar liar.]

[history_keeper]

I find it hard to believe that objective fundamentals differ from world to world.

[notpapa]

You'd be surprised. I've met a Noah version of myself more than once.

[history_keeper]

Unless there is a Noah Bookman Clan trying to record the secret history, I will assume that was an attempt to distract me from the original question I asked you.