I feel like scum. It feels like cheating. Time to jog my memory a bit. I'll be impressed if someone finds 11. (Please don't, I wanna have a new shiny expert scrivener title)
The book of vanishing tales
- The last item is a dark glass bottle of perfume in the shape of a rocking horse with one red hoof. You are sure the Empress has many fine perfumes, but this is a one-of-a-kind signature scent, "Scarlet Hoof," made by the perfumer Callius before his death. Supposedly safe to wear around horses without disturbing them, it's an exotic blend of woody oils, apple, horse sweat, amber, and elevated florals. The proprietor offers some further juicy details: Callius actually designed the perfume for the Empress herself, but the two had a falling out before he could present it at her birthday, and instead he met an untimely end by the claws of one of her tigers.
- Buying a gift for the Empress
The butter bear. Counts twice as it's apple pie
- She answered, and soon they were chatting away like old friends about how pretty the autumn leaves were and how they'd both love a slice of apple pie right now. "Or a piece of warm bread," the Bear added. "I always have some butter!" And he wiped a little form his hairy head with one hairy finger, and stuck it right in his mouth! "Deee-licious!" he burbled.
- "Yes I was, Mr. Bear!"
Forgot about all those animal stories: The Cat and the Crow
- "John?" An elderly woman came in, holding a basket with vegetables fresh from the market. "Ah, and the cat is here too." She set her things on the kitchen counter and unwrapped the bread from its cloth. There was a slice of cheese, too. Mrs. Manson added in a cup of milk and passed to her husband the breakfast.
- Back to Mr. Manson's.
Another one from Mara The Capi's Band & the Missing Instruments
- The kitchen is small and spotless with beautifully painted pots of thousands of colours, full of carnations and aromatic plants.
The big red iron kettle makes a nice noise, and the milk chocolate and cinnamon boil happily as Madame Coon stirs them with a large wooden spoon.
- Warmth
Silver Horn, Silver Hooves - your own game lol
- When you relate your thoughts to the little spirit it only laughs at you. 'I will be a fat tabby drinking milk from a saucer in this very spot, before the children born today of the men with the axes are old enough to swing axes of their own.'
- His problems are not yours, and he nearly killed you, after all.
The ballad of the orchard
- The meeting
You've done this for a thousand years
Pears, apples, cherries, and plums
Your only purpose, to serve the fruits
But it is lonely, nobody ever comes
The pie
- Page 1: the pie
They all wander around, asking you your opinions of things, but do you care? Meh, not really. Another sound catches your ears. And from out of some random chamber comes a short girl with orange hair.
"Ah, my cherry pie," you say as you kiss her on the forehead.
A Tale of Farms and Fairs
- Page 2
- You consider this. You love the little Nigerian Dwarf goats, meant for milk. With a Nigerian Dwarf, you can also have baby goats. You could also get a Boer [pronounced BO-ur] goat, considered a meat goat. You could sell your Boer. You can't sell your Nigerian Dwarf, but you could sell their milk.
The price of freedom innocence lost
- Chapter 7: The Sting of the Whip
- Eventually, he takes the apple, seeming almost reluctant about it. When you nod to indicate that you want him to have it though, Zeru finally takes a bite. After finishing his mouthful, Zeru gives you a single word of approval. "Good," is all he says to show his gratitude.
The Duke of Winslow
- Page: Read the letter again
- Paragraph: Oh help us all, the mother's milk, I hear the voices sing to me, the elder gods, their song.
