(Very Late in the Evening 24th Day of the 7th month, 211)
The sight of Descant and Solena on the ramshackle remnants of the porch had been a little upsetting, but it was certainly not the reason she had clutched her beloved book close and ran with everything she had into town. No, she wanted to see if the rumors were true. She'd torn down a handful of the posters before giving up, there were dozens if not hundreds. It was dark by the time the poor sweaty girl trudged back to the Dagger, a dusty, disheveled mess.
Genny had calmed down substantially with the promise to speak with Descant the following evening, perhaps she could confide in him further about the recent string of missing items in Myrken. But it would have to wait. Skulking up the stairs and listlessly heading for her room she stopped just short of it in the empty hall. Her book, Descant would have grabbed it, that was fine. But the pause washed over her depositing traces of all the worries, the people, the problems that were compounding around her. Unfolding the wad, the parchment crinkled only slightly, still damp from the grip in her palms.
Tears began to well, rolling quietly down her dusty cheeks, leaving a path for more as they tapped against the Wanted Poster. She needed to unload this burden, to talk to someone, anyone.