Tatiania muttered to herself, packing her meager belongings in a worn pack as she prepared for her trip, the letter Zandrianna had written laying neatly with her journal. Why she'd agreed to stay at the lady's house was beyond her. Sure, Zandrianna was smarter than most women, and she was generous, allowing Tatiania free use of her home while she stayed in Bree. However, the woman was weak, didn't know the first thing about fighting. Tatiania doubted if Zandrianna had ever even lifted a sword, much less used one.
Finally, after pressing the issue, the lady had written to someone she knew - an old friend who had much experience with fighting and swordplay - Fiontann. He'd written back some days later, agreeing to meet with Tatiania after his return from a trip abroad.
"Well at least the little wimp was good for something," Tatiania sneered, setting the letter and journal neatly on top and closing the bag tightly. She glanced around the room, making sure she hadn't missed anything, before slinging the pack over her shoulder. "The sooner I start this trip, the better."
With a final look, Tatiania turned and left the house, starting down the road to Bree.
And ... what?
