The Morning Report

[Kait]

It was something of a wonder that the squire had been able to scrounge up ink and paper at the hour she had come in to the keep last night, but even here there were some who preferred keeping the hours of an owl and seemed all the more pleasant for it. The young woman had returned to her little corner of the squire's barracks only after spending a good deal of time in the kitchen, which seemed always to be lit in the wee hours of morning, scrawling out notes to herself on all that had happened.

Her hand was steady enough, but had none of the elegant script that a proper lady's might, and here she was regretting not paying more attention when first her mother, then her aunt, had attempted teaching the girl the finer points of reading and writing. She would have to try and correct that problem in the near future, for Vraal's note to her had been rife with words she simply did not know, and was unable to sound out into anything useful. This alone had lent additional curiosity to the missive.

Vraal
Kalika
Vilet Dawn


Each topic moderately spaced, and she added what she knew, as well as what she thought below. Some questions were added as well, for surely she had plenty of those to go around, and it seemed like ages before her very poorly spelled notes were complete. She slept on it all, literally as well, with the paper seeing the morning in a rather rumpled state from having been tossed and turned upon.

Sir Malaroth had been sought first thing by a very anxious squire who still wasn't quite sure if she should have roused him in the middle of the night.