Sarah Winterhaven had not forgotten her way to F'tallian, but had travelled via Shadow dagger, her sharp wepon tearing through the fabric of reality as she stepped through and into the old study. Her eyes flickered across the room, and her senses were on full alert. She moved quickly and swift, her body silent as it headed towards the book shelf. Without hesitation, she began plucking some of the titles off the shelf.
Then, as she tugged the final book out, a letter fluttered to the floor. It struck her concentration and forced her to pause away from her task. Pushing up her glasses, a large volume book in the other arm, Sarah made the decision to bend down and pick it up. She recognized the handwriting immediately - Victor Carthallion. Quickly, she pushed the letter into the front leaf of the book and made a mental note to read it in private.
2012-01-14, 00:04