An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Clavius.

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Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a thread-bare book bound in cloth on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Clavius' scribed in dull maroon ink.

Author:    Clavius        
Date:      Fri Jan  7 13:51:57
2011
Subject     The Companionship Begins

I'd been drawn into this
conversation by a curious kender. No one else
would sit with me and share a
meal, I guess the stench and dishevelled
appearance put them off but then it was
meant to.

"I never knew my mother, I'd always wanted to but my old man wouldn't
tell
me anything about her," I found myself saying to the curious young
fellow
who's bought me a plate of food with the money from a purse he'd picked
from
a merchant sitting in the fancier half of the Inn. I was still to learn
his
name, as he seemed much more interested in me than I was in him but
you
don't turn down a plate of food from a stranger when your stomach
is
rumbling and your strength sapped from days on the road running
from
something.

"Hey imagine that, not knowing anything about your mother. I
don't know how
Pa would have raised all 8 of us in his own." said the kender
incredulously
before I cut him off.

"Well I knew my human mother and my seven
brothers and sisters but Pa just
wouldn't talk about my real mother. Everyone in
town would pelt me with
rotten vegetables when I tried to play with my brothers
friends and chase me
away with sticks when I tried to play with my sisters
friends."

"Oh is that all. I get chased out of villages and towns almost week
now.
It's as if someone has spread malicious rumours about me and my kin.
Why
just the other day they accused me of stealing this pair of glasses"
he
produces a very strange pair of glasses with multiple folding lenses
"and
before I could explain that they were just lying around in a desk. Before
I
could make a run for it they had nasty smelly fishing nets thrown over me
and
I was hauled off to this dank dark room where I was left to rot. Good
thing they
didn't search me very well as I still had my hair pins in and as
soon as I'd
collected my travelling bag I was out of that nasty place."

"I just wish I knew
more about her but when I was old enough to fend for
myself I was forced to flee
the village I grew up in and since then I've
lived of the land travelling where
ever my legs take me."

"Hey that sounds like wanderlust to me. So Clavius why
dont the two of
travel together for a while?" His look of delight was contagious
and it was
strange how at that moment the merchant at the other table started
looking
for his money bag. He seemed to have chosen a table at the window and
with
our food already eaten and paid for he grabbed his bag a quickly
exited
through it. Not wanting to cause too many problems for the merchant I
left
his money pouch on the table and joined my companion who was already
making
a hasty retreat towards the main road.

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.

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