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[hunch_ofjustice]

[A thrashing turns on the Forge. The camera jolts to the side and stays there, recording at an odd angle. The room is in one of the non-distinct newcomer apartment units, and on the bed is a young man, struggling to sit up

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Voice.

[turncloak]

A living book which needs be fed? Or perhaps that is the definition of all Maesters.

Regardless, let me tell you that there are several here who have been confirmed as dead, though they do not remember dying. Perhaps the afterlife does not continue as seamlessly from life as man is given to prostheletyze,

Text.

[hunch_ofjustice]

That is interesting to hear. Thank you.

[Not to mention troubling, given his own situation.]

Voice

[turncloak]

You're welcome, Maester.

[Text]

[hunch_ofjustice]

Why do you call me that?

Voice

[turncloak]

Is it not what you are?

[text]

[hunch_ofjustice]

That would depend on its definition.

Voice

[turncloak]

In my country it is the title earned by a man of learning, after he has completed his studies.

Text

[hunch_ofjustice]

I see. The terminology is different in mine. It sounds as though a maester could be equivalent to a doctor of philosophy. But I am not that either.

Voice

[turncloak]

You deduce like a learned man, and you write as though you author the dullest tomes in Westeros, so I admit, I am surprised.

[text]

[hunch_ofjustice]

[...]

I will take that as a compliment.