The Scribe, Part 2
This Gorean Fiction was generated using MetaAI. The Scribe, Part 2 By Arealius the Sailor, Scribe of Port Olni. I, Arealius, dipped my reed pen into the inkwell, carefully inscribing the intricate symbols of the Gorean script onto the parchment. The scratch of the nib, the flow of the ink, and the precision of each stroke were meditative, calming my mind amidst the bustle of Port Kar. As a Rencer from the Vosk Delta, I never thought I'd find my place among the scribes of this vast, maritime city. Yet, here I was, over a year into my training, with a newfound passion for cartography and map-making. My mentor, Scribe Ramus, reviewed my latest project - a detailed chart of the city's canal network. "Excellent work, Arealius," he said, his eyes scanning the parchment. "Your attention to detail will serve you well in this caste." I beamed with pride. My skills had already contributed to several key projects: the renovation of the Grand Canal, the expansion of