In the front of the Hall of Representatives in Dun del is a little house made of mud, and inside the little house is a man. He has stacks and stacks of clay tablets. The representatives go there and they speak to the man about things – everything. Whether there is a rule in place about windows in the Hall, how many representatives are in Dun del at the time, the square footage of land in The Point, and how high it is selling at, and more informal things as well, like whether or not a representative is likely to leave his place soon, or how favorable the representatives are towards a certain proposal. It is called the Aantro-nnaké: The house of the knowledge man. (It could also be translated as the house of the old gossip, but that is slightly less accurate and considerably less dramatic.
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