DefiantAllomancer

The communications room was a large, square room, with bookcases lining the walls from floor to ceiling, and desks and folding chairs were arrayed in neat rows, computers, little devices, and utilities accessible. An easel, whiteboard, and pull-down map waited at the far side of the room. On the bookshelves, there was a variety of books. One shelf contained a shiny hard cover copy of Threats and Insults for the Creative Foreign Affairs, a rather beaten up Docking on the Shores of Rude Comments, a popular favorite, Offensive Jokes for Souls Seeking Enemies, and several copies of the thick Guide to Poisoned Cooking: Deliciously Deadly Meals for Beginners. On other shelves, there were books on history, other languages, metaphors and similes, paraphrasing, and travel guides for use of invasion squads, assassins, and ambassadors, as well as for the use of references to places they otherwise wouldn’t have heard of so they’d sound smarter.