The Trackless Circle
Wen the Scribe
A balding, overweight scribe in a stained robe
Wen, balding scribe for hire, may have worked for every bureaucrat in town. His schedule is almost inflexible – anything ready is available Marsday and sent by messenger. Scribe work sent to his address (there is a rather substantially locked and quite weatherproof box built into the wall beside the unassuming door bearing his unenticing sign and only slightly unreasonable rates) with instructions and appropriate payment is done in a very readable but rather boring style of calligraphy. If an item is not ready, a messenger arrives on the first such day anyway to notify them on which Marsday it may be expected. Letters to be copied in their own language are almost always returned unless turned in later than twilight Venusday. Anything else takes longer, and books take weeks. He can translate to and from Riverspeak, Forest, and High Realm. He sometimes sends jobs back, has returned fees along with very late work a few times, and a handful of times has sent quintuple his fee back with a somehow (usually spilled ink) ruined original. His office is never open, but he can sometimes be found taking tea and writing furiously at Take The Time, a local teashop. He has operated for almost a decade in the city, and only added Forest five years ago, making idiomatic translation mistakes for three years afterward, some of which were the first humour anyone’s ever gotten out of him, and leading some to conclude he’s a former Realm bureaucrat who moved to the country but still needed a city around him.