"Miss Winifred, you mustn't touch dead things." The words and the memory of her childhood at the orphanage ran over and over again in her mind. She remembered herself as the little girl and the poor broken bird that layed on the stone road that led to the place that she had called home. She had only meant to pick it up, to try to make it well before the governess came running over to her. She had thought she had imagined it in those days, that she saw those eyes blinking with life again, for no one had ever spoken to her about it again, but now, well now she couldn't help but to wonder. There were far too many things unexplained in this place, things that she couldn't understand or even begin to comprehend. At first she had considered it a coincidence, the man outside of the ball, the poor soul on the side of the highway, even the squirrel in Drache's tower but she couldn't help deny the fact that in some way, somehow she was involved in all of this.
It had been easier to deny things when she had first met the Paladin, but now Fred wasn't even sure that she could do that. Could he tell the things that had happened since that first meeting? Would he give her a chance to explain herself? No, it wasn't something that she could take a chance on. The paladin might try to kill her and the poor carpenter was far too fond of her life to put herself in that position. It was time to leave this place, at least for awhile. Perhaps in a few months she could come back, explain to her friends why she had gone, or maybe make up a reason. After the paladin had time to forget about her that was. Surely there was other work to be had in one of the towns nearby. She refused to cry as she packed up her large sack of clothes and supplies, checking to make sure that she had cleared her room of anything that she might need for a trip to a new home, a new town. Tears were a waste of effort anyhow, she had a long walk ahead of her if she was going to find somewhere else to live.
She waited until evening when she was sure that the others were all asleep and in their beds before she'd pay the rest of her tab and be out away from the tavern, away from Myrken. There was no note for her friends, no explaination of where she was going or why she was leaving this place, there was only the open door to her vacant room left in her absence.