Nation
They carry, they keep, they know iron. A country thinned between two neighbours.
I have not seen them either. My only source is the pen of a neighbouring nation.
They carry and they keep. They speak without noise, they think slowly, they remember long, and they are fixed in their thinking too. No one knows iron as they do. — A Treatise Upon Devran, leaf 12b
A master’s word is a bond within the guild; the apprentice’s pen writes in the master’s name. — A Treatise Upon Devran, leaf 12b
To keep what one has is their highest virtue; in the scribe’s words, “enough so that they would rather a thing perished as it is than survived by changing.” — A Treatise Upon Devran, leaf 12b
Fire on one side, the water nation on the other. The scribe calls theirs “a country thinned between two neighbours.” — A Treatise Upon Devran, leaf 12b
To keep is a right. But when the thing kept no longer serves anyone, one must name the difference between keeping and burying.
— A Treatise Upon Devran, leaf 12b
Their cities, their number, how the guild actually works: I hold none of it.