When Jeanne quietly entered the council chamber through the side door, she saw three or five monks taking shorthand notes with charcoal pencils.
As the volume of documentation work increased, some of the Secret Monks started using alchemical hardened graphite charcoal pencils as shorthand tools.
After Jeanne sat down, the first thing she heard from the Shattered Stone emissary was—
"The attitude of the Shattered Stone Plain is very clear, Mr. Horn," the stout emissary named Dabosas said softly, "We have no stance. Whoever offers us more, we follow them."
"I don't think intercepting and killing the shepherds trading with us at the border is a friendly gesture," Madlan said, staring intently at him.
"They violated the laws, smuggling wool to your side," Dabosas said, placing his hand on his chest after taking off his mink hat. "We find it regrettable too, but the law is the law. It's not something newly established, so there's nothing we can do."
