Inkstein leads the group to a rundown building, its whole structure made of old and rickety wood. They enter the building, walls with papers stuck by ink greets them, and Inkstein welcomes them in, "Welcome to my humble abode. There isn't much here, but please do help yourselves by reading the poems I have around here," the floorboards creak under the weight of their metallic feet each step they take. Leto is quite unsure if it's even safe to be inside here, thinking it might collapse on them at any given time, but Inkstein doesn't seem concerned at all, and neither does his two employees. This probably is just a normal place to be in for Spares. They enter a room that appears to be Inkstein's office, this place looks even messier with crumpled papers wet with ink are littered around the floor, "Sit down, gentlemen. Let's talk," Inkstein has his employees give Leto's group a seat. "Now, how may Inkstein help you, Father? Officer?" He asks, sitting down across us at his desk, "We heard about a peddler selling memory chips. Do you know anything about that?" Paul asks in Leto's stead. Leaning back, Inkstein tapped his desk with the pen arm he has, "Hmm... memory chips... Oh, right! I remember," he leans forwards as he speaks, "Yes, there were rumors about somebody selling memory chips here, but I found out it was fake. Turns out it was just a scam, the peddler was selling fake memory chips. Wasted my time, I tell you, so, reasonably, I put an end to that rumor." Paul's sensor narrowed slightly, "What happened to the peddler?" Inkstein chuckles before he answered, "Well, reasonably, I had to put an end to him too. The event made for a good poem." Leto felt a chill run down his circuits at how casual Insktein answered, "So, anything else? You can ask me anything you'd like, gentlemen," Inkstein asked and offered, his jaw seems to grin like earlier again. "No. We got everything we needed," Paul stood up, ready to leave, but Leto wasn't, "Actually, do you perhaps know what this means?" Leto presents his palm, and from the middle of it, a holographic image is shown, "10:06", the only clue Leto has after the incident. Inkstein looks at the image, thinking to himself as he tapped his desk again, "Ah, yes, yes. I think I remember seeing that somewhere," Leto delights upon hearing it, "Really? Than could you please tell me where you saw it?" Inkstein's grin appeared to widen a little as he replies to Leto, "I could, but it'll cost you, Father." "How much?" Leto asks, Paul puts down Leto's palm, "Father, I'm not sure you should be making deals with this Spare. He might ask of you for your whole savings!" Inkstein just chuckles, waving is pen arm, "No, no. You don't have to worry about that, Officer. I don't want money," "Then what is it?" Paul asks. "An invitation," Inkstein answered as he pulled out a poster from his drawer, "There's going to be a celebration for the anniversary of our civilization, right? I want to get an invitation to go there." It was a pretty simple task, Leto thought, he could just request an invitation for him. Inkstein puts the poster back in the drawer, then takes out a contract, "So, do we have a deal?" Leto nods, signing the contract. "Excellent," Inkstein says, "Those numbers, I remember they were on a book I sold to the common district's library. The title's been smudged, except for the first letter, so it was recorded as Book, Title: B." After Inkstein gave them the answer, Leto and his group left for the common district. They reach the library at around noon, and there they were greeted by the librarian, a giant Machined modeled after an owl, fitting for the role of a librarian. "Hello, guests. What would you like to learn?" That's where we'll end the story for now. I hope you guys enjoy, Eva!