Vikilrok Miyurik-Marketplace-Alabar-branchwood

"Sending me out in this horried heat! A badger with a boil apon his ass is nicer then master Gorden!" Puffed Vikilrok. "We need more ink Miyurik! And while your out and about coud you fetch me a bottle of wine and a wedge of cheese and hard cracker Miiyurik!" Mockingly voiced vik. "That old son of a witches toad!"
Vikilrok hastly weaves throughout the marketplace, a dark look apon his face and beads of sweat pouring down his brow.

War. Vik mused. Could it be true? Is that old bat speaking truthfully? Ah, the life of a scribe. Writting, constantly. Though I hate writting his biography, it does pay well. And he does hear a lot, or he has one imagination!