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our archivists and historians scour the land for precious texts whose copyrights have expired, their authors long perished with no estate to their name. it is a passion, a service to posterity and a great savings in royalties.⦿ The Testament -- Ozax Mougeouis. This comical epic ballade written in the early Sixth Astral Era details the crimes and misfortunes of the poet Mougeouis in his own words. Recently acquired from an anonymous collector.

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The Story of Mugito Print...not that they'd ever tell you.Ulto Mugito had been well past the early stages of worry by the time he received word from his agent. It seemed the man had finally deigned to conclude his business and return from the East, which meant Mugito could stop mentally thumbing through his memorized list of mercenary contacts in preparation for a manhunt. Where the fellow got the nerve to push his luck in such a way he'd never know. Lingering overseas days past schedule, days past the leave Mugito had benevolently seen fit to grant… Happily, mind you! It did his heart good to see the Elezen in high spirits, no longer the broken man that had come crawling to his door these many moons ago. Happy to do it, yes, but now starting to see that foolhardy part of the man’s nature that must have precipitated the adverse circumstances from which Mugito had rescued him. A shorter leash from hence, alas, he was left no choice.So it was that Ulto Mugito surprised himself most of all by uttering the words “Why not?!” when this selfsame Elezen came to him with a most audacious proposal.“How intriguing. A print shop, you say? And you’re certain you--” he eyed the Elezen, “can...restore it?”“Oh, well--”Mugito could see it on his face, deciding how far to backpedal.“I have,” continued Gofynan, the scoundrel, “contacts.” Ever cagey, ever taciturn, ever dissembling-- you can take the man out of the Shroud--Mugito nodded sagely and feigned credulity. One of them had to have the courage of his convictions, after all; Mugito hardly wished to back down now. Still, it was necessary to calculate. To ensure that even if the fellow bungled it-- and how could he not?-- Mugito would be insulated from the damage. Wylim Gofynan had always proved somewhat useful in that respect, ever ready to rush in. What had done it this time? What had driven him to this flight of fancy? Was it...the girl? Ah how they do set their dear hearts on things.“Contacts,” Mugito repeated.“Yes. Uh. Contacts, who can assist me. With their mechanical knowledge, their knowledge of business. And I, of course, uh, as you know-- have something of a background in literature.”“Yes,” Mugito intoned with deepening concern. “The poems.”“Not just my own. I… I was brought up with it.”This strained even Mugito’s generosity. He had to laugh. “Sir, please. Ul’Dah may not be known for its highmindedness but your neck of the literal woods is not known for anything. Where does your expertise lie, I ask you? What education do you boast? What exactly do you mean for us to print? The ballads of forest bandits? Your own sentimental musings? Your lady friend’s grandmother’s recipes?”Now it was Gofynan who dared to say, “And why not?” There was pique in his tone-- pique. At Me, thought Mugito. His own life’s savior. Surely after all Mugito had invested and poured into this lad he could countenance a genuine and well-justified question! His finger twitched, mere inches from the bell that would summon the house guards. Still, Gofynan’s question gave him pause, too. Why not…? And hadn’t various charitable organizations recently begun flourishing, extending grants and incentives for the relief of recently liberated colonies? Weren’t his accounts beginning to draw the unfavorable attention of auditors? Hadn’t the sheer volume of his assets begun to stagnate for want of churn? So...Why not?“Because. It won’t. Sell,” Mugito growled, answering himself as much as the Elezen, and he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You ask me to put my family’s name-- my father's name-- my children's name-- on a fly-by-night good-for-nothing daydream! Printing trash is one thing-- look around you. Everyone does it here. But it’s trash that sells. Trash that glorifies, with numbers! Cash is what secures the future, Gofynan. When will you understand...”It was no use explaining to him the barest most basic principles of good sense let alone business. A waste of breath.“We’ll bring you numbers.” Gofynan spoke with uncharacteristic confidence. Mugito narrowed his eyes but prepared to listen-- the least he could do for a rehearsed performance. “The property is already yours, after all. Give me six moons and an upfront investment of--” he blinked, but forged ahead shamelessly with barely a crack in his voice, “Three hundred.""Three hundred what?""Three hundred thousand.""Gil?!""For parts. For work. To pay the--”“Don’t--” Mugito cut him off-- “even start talking of paying advances." He fought the urge to heave. "Not til you can bring me authors that will sell or at least bring notoriety. Not to put too fine a point on it: bring me authors that are neither you nor your relatives nor your...well. I'm sure she's a lovely girl. Make sure you do right by her." He coughed. "But for gods' sake turn a profit! Hells, sell even one book--” It had to look good, it had to look legitimate, on paper-- on the books. The only books that counted.“You may be laboring under the misapprehension that I’m running a charity here. I’d quite understand if that were the case given all I’ve already invested in you, Gofynan,” Mugito concluded. “But I’m going to hold you to this. Contractually. Speaking of contracts-- are you still residing at the warehouse I entrusted to you? I really must come by and inspect it.”“If you were to inspect it you’d find that I spared no effort in its restoration. That it is now livable, which it most certainly was not when you offered it to me. I can… I can only imagine the value you’d recover if you were to put it back into productive use.”“Talk like that is how I know you’ve always been poor. You think property exists to be useful, to people like you. A pleasant fiction, fit for a poet. Ah, Gofynan. Never change.”Amused now, he thought: Indeed... Why not? If the fool wishes to be in debt up to the tips of those immodestly long ears of his... Still, Mugito was nothing if not sentimental. He'd hate to see a good working relationship go to pot. He'd hate to see a good man ruined, no matter how determined he was to do it to himself... Mugito supposed he could always be lenient.