[the room is large, bigger than the one they had been in before. half a lamp barely illuminates the half table it sits on, the plain carpet and wall with a half clock ticking along.
deeper into the room sits Victoria Malin, sitting at half a desk with her back to them. she writes on something with a quill pen - scratch scratch - and, every once in a while, moves the beads of an abacus - clack clack.]
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deeper into the room sits Victoria Malin, sitting at half a desk with her back to them. she writes on something with a quill pen - scratch scratch - and, every once in a while, moves the beads of an abacus - clack clack.]