[IC] A Stolen Land

[Andra Petrescu]

Andra sits in The Silver Skeleton, drinking her ale and reading over the parchment again. She'd had a somewhat eventful week. After a night of carousing, she happened to meet a pair of brothers from the north, one of which claimed to be some kind of soothsayer. On more of a lark than anything, she and her friends gave it a go. Nothing much of interest came up for her friends. For herself, on the other hand, it was a different story. The seer claimed that her fate was somehow intertwined with that of the brothers, and informed her that they would stay with her until this fate revealed itself. OF course, she objected. I t sounded more like a scam than anything. But they had chased her around the city for the whole week, nary giving her a moment's piece. The guards had detained them at the gates to her family's estate of course, but there they had sat, awaiting her return.

So she'd jumped the fence, and headed to the tavern. And wouldn't you know it, she's alone for two seconds when a herald cornered her with this missive. So there she sits, drinking her ale and pondering the strange timing. She knows the family would be happy to be rid of her. Too many daughters is expensive. Either a monastery or dead from "adventuring," it's good enough for them, as long as they don't have to pay for another dowry, as if it's somehow her fault they couldn't stop f-... breeding. She isn't interested in marrying anytime soon anyway, and a monastery wouldn't suit her.

Perhaps the Northern brothers would be handy after all. If it is a scam, they'll back out of this.

She smirks slightly to herself.