In anticipation of the question, Petrana offers her as well the craftsman’s calling card, readily to hand —

no pun intended.

“Monsieur Walding is a bookseller by his primary trade,” she explains, sitting by Ennaris’s infirmary bed once she’s set up the stand near enough to be useful, “but he has expanded his vision somewhat— to read is his passion, I understand, and so he has solved many such problems for himself, and thought perhaps that his clientele would likewise appreciate his solutions.”

And if she can’t quite relate to his enthusiasm for the form itself, she has certainly benefited from his problem-solving.

“Often he will have one or two available, but in the event he does not, I believe one might only wait a week or two for one to be made.”