Mildew...

From my desk all that is important lies within easy reach. The pens, ledgers and detritus of my calling surround me. My needs are simple yet beyond comprehension of those who dwell beyond the glass. I remain the Ducal archivist in spite of those who are ever pressing me to stand down. I answer to no one but Duke Karl Frederick himself as those who have gone before me answered to the Dukes of their time and place. The leather may fade and become covered in mildew, the parchment rot upon the shelf but the House of Tradgardland will never end…