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The Continuing Story of Mugito Publishing...“… and in closing, fuck you. Sincerely etcetera etcetera, Ulto Mugito. Dictated but not read.” With an air of satisfaction, Mugito leaped from his leather-padded seat and went in search of his coat while his secretary hastily jotted down the dictation in shorthand. “I do believe that’s all of our official correspondence for the day," Mugito continued happily. "If you don’t mind, I’d like my calendar to be cleared this afternoon. I’ll be headed to the stables to make sure they’ve got Golden Gal’s feathers all buffed and shining for the big race.”“I’m afraid your midday appointment is already here, ser.”The merchant whirled round, half in and half out of his carriaging cloak. “Hells-- who would dare to be so early?”“Gofynan, ser. He arrived this morning, appears to have gotten his details mixed up. He’s being attended to in the library.”“Don’t attend to him. You should have turned him away or made him stand in the hall. He’ll never learn if you lot indulge and baby him.”“Apologies, ser.”“Send him up, let’s get this over with,” Mugito sighed, hanging his coat back up and resuming his position behind his large and imposing desk. Gofynan was here sowing chaos already and it was barely lunchtime. Mugito made a mental note to scold him and to caution his own staff lest their interactions with the man infect them with lack of discipline.Soon Gofynan’s usual timid and somehow audibly hypocritical knock sounded at the door. “Come,” Mugito intoned loudly, ensuring the man would enter suitably cowed; likewise the low door forced the elezen to stoop as he shuffled inside. Mugito had had it designed that way to prevent excessively tall supplicants from putting on airs. But the man who entered, stooped as he was, would need more than a doorframe to put him in his place. “My gods, man, what are you wearing?” Mugito exclaimed.The elezen’s shirt was silk, unmistakeably. Good silk. Mugito couldn’t recognize its make; it couldn’t be anything he’d gotten from a common tailor in these parts. And the trousers-- a perfect fit. “You scoundrel, you’ve been robbing me blind. I knew it. A bandit at heart—”“You disapprove? I thought you’d allow one or two expenses, you always criticized my appearance and said I’d embarrass you.”“I’ll be charitable and assume you’re joking. But if you honestly try to pass that off as a business expense I’ll take you to court. Still, well done. You did look awful before. Now, what do you want?”“I’m here to deliver the sales reports as you requested.”“Sales?” Mugito was genuinely taken aback by this. “You mean-- you sold a book?”“More than one.” Gofynan smiled. Mugito smiled too. They were both smiling now, like a pair of almost friends, all giddy and excited-- Mugito forced his mouth back into a flat line and gestured impatiently. Gofynan brought a handful of papers out of his bag and handed them over.“Adventurers’ Faire,” Mugito read aloud curiously, flipping through the sloppily organized pile of ledger pages, contracts and receipts. “What’s this sale-- to a library. Another! Two libraries?” He looked up at Gofynan, his brow lifted suspiciously. “You do know what libraries do, don’t you?”“You mean… lend books?”“Yes.” Mugito rolled his eyes, sighed and moved on. “I don’t imagine we’ll see a cut of the late fees,” he muttered. “You need an assistant, Gofynan, I’m deeply concerned about the state of these ledgers. Have you never worked in business before? How do you expect to keep track of what’s owed to us?”“I trust my associates…”“Gah! Well, stop it. I’ll have someone look these over. What I lose from your villainy is barely a fraction of what I stand to lose by your incompetence.”“But did you see—”“Yes, yes, the numbers. You’ve done very well. Better than I expected. You’ve met the benchmarks I gave you. Keep it up and you might actually taste the rarefied air of solvency one day!”“The solvents were very high quality, and I got a good deal on the printing ink as well. It’s all right there—”“Not solvents, fool. Solvency. Of course you don’t know the meaning of the word. So. What’s this? You’ve attached a flag here. I already told you I’d sign my name to nothing without my own attorneys’ review, so I hope it’s not urgent.”“A contract I’ve, uh, drafted with the help of the Bluebell Collections. A retailer of ours. It’s a sort of promise.”“What a very sentimental synonym for ‘contract.’ What do we get out of it?”“It’s only a proposal. A mutual pledge of support, a commitment to certain principles and goals. I thought it all more than reasonable, and it would serve to set us apart.”“Apart from our sanity, perhaps.” Mugito put the document aside, pending the promised legal review. “Anything else?”“Four books, ser," Gofynan said proudly. "Four books we’ve published. I’ve prepared you a set of copies.”The parcel under the elezen’s arm, wrapped in brown paper and tied oh so carefully, was now placed at the edge of Mugito’s desk and slid toward him. Inside were four books of varying sizes. Mugito blinked, frowned, squinted. What was this feeling? What were these products-- just as unfamiliar and almost as fine as the elezen’s shirt. The paper, at least, was fine; the printing itself looked a bit off center but there was something...satisfying about it. Rustic. And the titles. Not at all what he’d expected. Real heavy-hitting stuff, from the looks of it. Thermal Regulation Protocols for what, now? Something about a board game and deep-sea voidgates? Interviews from Landis. Ah, and some of them even had pictures. Not just technical diagrams-- but also pictures, quite lovely. “How’d you make this?” he asked, holding up a copy of Whiskers And Waddles.“Woodblock printing, from the author’s original artworks.”“Sounds expensive.”“She created the blocks herself; the rest I chalked up to my own learning.”“Did she charge you for that work?”“Well—no." The elezen looked a bit mortified for a moment, then soldiered on, wisely judging that Mugito would not sympathize with any remorse over expenses spared. "I told you, the people I’ve met have been extremely kind, and generous… and I’ve been doing most of this on my own, ser. I'm grateful, but I feel I’ve barely slept since we started this.”“Ah, no wonder you feel yourself entitled to a suit or two. Well, be careful, friend. You need to hire staff, and find a way not to overpay them. If you could squeeze others as squeeze yourself maybe there’s hope, but work ethic and managerial brilliance so rarely go hand-in-hand.”He’d never admit it, but Mugito was impressed. It would have been hard not to be, given where the bar had been set. Yes, Gofynan truly had managed to get this far with a minimum of embezzlement and without setting any of Mugito’s assets actively ablaze. It was what one might call a good sign.