the second Tuesday in May, at Compline
Another full shift done. I carried fourteen sacks before None, and I could have carried more. Some of the older men look ready to drop by Vespers, but I have my youth. I just need to sit quietly in widow Vlasta's cellar for a while to catch my breath.
Nota scribaeDictated in the dark corner of the cellar. The man's voice cracked twice.

Keep your voice down, Leonard. Some of us are trying to drink without the bailiff hearing.