Activating his [Concentration] Trait, Roland burned the contents of the worn-out scroll into his mind, then carefully compared it with the copy he had transcribed.
After confirming there wasn't the slightest error or omission, he solemnly rolled the ancient Sheepskin Scroll shut.
Just then, a crisp knock sounded at the door, followed by Nelson's voice from the other side.
"Mr. Roland, have you finished transcribing?"
At the sound of his voice, Roland immediately got up and opened the door.
"Thank you, Mr. Nelson..."
He thanked him softly, handing the time-worn Sheepskin Scroll back to Nelson.
"I've finished."
"Are you certain you didn't miss anything?"
When Roland nodded confidently, a smile spread across Nelson's face.
"In that case, if you have no other business, Mr. Roland..."
He gestured toward the mountain of papers piled by the wooden table and continued apologetically.
"Then I'm afraid I can't keep you company any longer. You see..."
