He didn't want to use the parchment paper used for mapmaking. That would be a waste. He would instead settle on using a leather-bound book filled with blank pages, used for taking notes or for writing a diary. The young man, with the blank book in hand, sat down at the mansion's large wooden table, took out a quill pen and some ink, and began to write.
Twirling one of his braids of russet hue around his index finger, he stared at the empty sheet of paper, his brow furrowed in frustration. Writing is hard, he thought.
"Master Kazimir?" inquired a violet-haired woman in a maid's dress, "Are you feeling alright? You're just sitting there rubbing your forehead."
"…?" Kazimir, his name was, looked up to face the concerned maid. Now, Kazimir isn't one who talks much. Stoic type, he is. He's been getting more sociable, though. "…Hey Rosa," he replied.
"I wanted to know if you were well. You've been sitting here looking frustrated for around fifteen minutes now." The maid Rosa was a constant worrier. She's the kind of person who always wants to know how the people dear to her are doing and would probably give them warm blankets and three cups of tea. It can get annoying at times, yes, but at least she cares.
Kazimir shifted his gaze from the maid back to the blank paper. Guess he finally overcame writer's block, since he started gliding the pen across the paper like an enraged Boulder Boar charging toward an unfortunate explorer. Rosa looked on, curiously.
"Writing," he finally answered, not taking his eyes off the paper.
"Oh, that sounds wonderful, Master Kazimir," said Rosa, "What are you writing about?"
"Stories."
"Stories? What kind of stories?"
"Stories about the guild. …And some of the townspeople." Kazimir began to write slower now. He had made a spelling error earlier. He wanted to correct it, but he was writing in ink. No choice but to keep moving forward.
"So it's a diary?" a smile began to form on Rosa's lips, "It's so sweet of you to write down all the adventures you've had with everyone. …Are the stories based on real events?"
"Of course," Kazimir replied, "Um… there's the story about how we brought in all these Gun Grimoires and Ricky taught us how to wield guns…"
"Ah, I remember that! Quite a hectic day, yes?" Rosa giggled.
"…And when the whole guild class changed into troubadours…"
"I hear you all returned from the labyrinth with fatal wounds! Thank goodness you were all okay…"
"…Or when that hexer girl, Tlatchga, cast a body swap hex on everyone in town…"
"I, uh… I'm pretty sure I would remember that, Master Kazimir!"
"…How about when someone cut off one of my braids and Detective Austin had to go look for the person who did it? …I will never forget that day…"
"Um…" A drop of sweat rolled down Rosa's face. Kazimir really does say some strange things when he actually starts running his mouth. "You have… quite a rich imagination, Master Kazimir!"