"What's that going to do?" asked Rudsis.
Afena was walking back to him, towards the tree he'd chosen to sit under, about twenty paces away from the stone on which Afena had just put a small bundle of paper sheets. The sheets were covered, protected from the light rain falling, by a piece of skin that had been wrapped around them.
"It will attract someone," said Afena. "An alev. They don't know how to make paper, but they love it. It's convenient for them, because they can record the stories they come up with on the paper, and store them away to reference it when their recollections of the stories grow hazy."
"Stories? I thought they were bed companions."