10
Lincoln
Minutes later, I stand in a maze of wooden shelves crammed with dusty books. The Wictus Archives. Servants in yellow tunics stalk about the aisles, all of them wearing the Acca insignia on their chests.
A lanky fellow with wild yellow hair steps up to greet me. “Your Highness, we weren’t expecting you.”
“This is an unplanned visit, Obadiah.”
Side note: How do I know this man’s name? I grabbed background on the Wictus Archives before popping by. It’s one of my things. Per my research, the folks now on duty will allow me free access, so long as someone rushes off to tell Aldred.
“Did you need any assistance?” asks Obadiah.
“No, thank you.”
“If you change your mind, please let me know.” Obadiah takes off at a sprint, no doubt to tell Aldred I’ve arrived. A warm sense of sat
