[The most mild of corrections, because he knows what she's getting at. With some reverence, he looks down at the cover of the Compendium.]
It says--well, many things. Inside. The pages are ever-changing. The theory is that it is connected not to another book--but to an entire library, unseen, from which a wealth and variety of knowledges might be contained or divined. Pictures, even.
I, uh--I can show you?
[Invitingly, he lifts the book, as he crosses back toward his work table. Quite overrun with forms and parchment and ledgers and things, but--after tucking the Compendium safely to his chest with one arm--Salvio clears a space, gently.]
I am hesitant for too many to see, but--then again, it is not up to me what knowledges and, and the like, might be shared.
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[The most mild of corrections, because he knows what she's getting at. With some reverence, he looks down at the cover of the Compendium.]
It says--well, many things. Inside. The pages are ever-changing. The theory is that it is connected not to another book--but to an entire library, unseen, from which a wealth and variety of knowledges might be contained or divined. Pictures, even.
I, uh--I can show you?
[Invitingly, he lifts the book, as he crosses back toward his work table. Quite overrun with forms and parchment and ledgers and things, but--after tucking the Compendium safely to his chest with one arm--Salvio clears a space, gently.]
I am hesitant for too many to see, but--then again, it is not up to me what knowledges and, and the like, might be shared.