"So this lady shows up every fifty years Val, its almost time for her to show up again!" I had sourced the legend with thirty separate corroborating novels and historical documents. I was very excited, Val was not very excited, he hadn't heard of the legend in which I had become entirely too invested (it was still raining so I didn't exactly have anything else to do, not that I normally do anyway).
"That's great Trezlan why do you think I care?"
"Because you're a student of history!" He was not a student of history, no one was. I swear I was one of the few true historians who actually lived anymore! You know outside of all those scholarly people in colleges and such that study boring history and not the cool stuff like legends and obscure magical rituals.
"Trezlan despite what you believe I'm not a student of anything except food and drink, and since this lady of the air can neither be eaten or drank I care not for her or her legend. And if you aren't going to buy anything else I'm going to ask you to pay up and leave."
"Come on Val, Hanlon didn't want to listen to my story about her either, someone has to care!" He harumphed again pointed at the bill. I paid it (under protest!) and left. I went to the library since I figured someone there would care about my legend. And happily someone there did, sadly they had ulterior motives BECAUSE OF COURSE THEY DID!
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