Fredericka was sitting in her study with a thick journal in front of her. She was done with another page, putting the quill aside and letting it dry.
The window in front of her desk was wide-open, bring in the splashing sounds. Her neighbour, a rambunctious Dunlending woman, entertained herself by climbing on the willow tree and jumping into the pond below.
When the Dunlending acquired a spacious estate near her humble dwelling, Fredericka was not too happy about the prospect of having such an exotic and rowdy neighbour. Nonetheless, she quickly got to know Lilu, and, as she did with most of her acquaintances, learned as much as she could from the Dunlending.
Fredericka felt a gentle blow of wind on her face and her thoughts drifted towards the upcoming venture. It seemed to be a dangerous trip up North, but that kind of danger was quite intriguing for her. It was her nature to summon the rush of excitement into her blood. It revealed well in her dagger techniques.
She wondered how much she would have to use the sharpness of her blades instead the sharpness of her tongue. Darker doubts and sinister suspicions about some of her acquaintances started crawling into her mind, but she shook her head in response. No, the Fateless Wanderers did not seem to be the sort to hurt anyone within the order. Of course, some were more brush and others had a gentler nature, but they all seemed to have good morals. She smiled to herself in confirmation of this conclusion and looked down on her desk.
On the journal page she was working on, the ink has dried up completely. She closed it with a satisfied smile on her face. There was only one word imprinted on its leather cover: Dossier
