Well, at least there we have commonality. My own job keeps me busy much the same. It is nice, though. The smell of parchment, the glide of quill with good ink.

[ She shook her head slowly, ] No, no. Not yet, at least. I should like to let my hair dry just a little bit before I head back out. I'm completely without my spells, as my grimoire seems to not have made the journey with me.