[h3]Falke, Main Gates[/h3]
	Rebecca stared intently as Chambala showed off her boots. To think that she could take down beasts like that…

	She snapped back to reality when Chambala asked her to keep an eye on her spear. She nodded and stared at it as her friend left. She guessed it wasn’t convenient to carry a thing like that inside. She was kind of glad to be heading out of Falke soon, but she was also hoping to find a little bit more during her stay. Hopefully what data she had scrounged together would be enough… She was absorbed enough in thought that she didn’t notice the woman running her hand along the wall until it was too late. They each yelped in surprise as the other woman fell down.

	“I’m sorry!” They each said in unison as Rebecca got a better look at this person as she felt along the ground. She looked like a nun of the church of Aramice, with her hooded garb, necklace, and blindfold. She had a basket filled with what looked like groceries, which Rebecca helped her pick up and return them to where they were before helping the other woman to her feet. The nun offered her a pleasant thank you in return.

	“You guys don’t usually leave to go on shopping trips, do you?” Rebecca asked, kind of puzzled as to why someone who had to wear a blindfold would be out doing much of anything. The nun shook her head.

	“Someone used to bring some extra supplies every couple of days,” She said. “He was drafted some time ago.” She kept her free hand against the wall of the building, not wanting to lose her place. She stared at Rebecca's mouth, rather than her eyes. It made Rebecca wonder if they ever took those blindfolds off.

	“That’s rather unfortunate,” Rebecca said, her feelings sincere. “I’ve heard that things have been getting pretty heated.” The nun shook her head and smiled.

	“Child,” She explained. “He was overjoyed to be given the chance to fight for our king on the battlefield. A chance like this has not come in many generations.” Rebecca shook her head, never having wrapped her head around either Aramice or Loyalitat’s bizarre philosophies ever since she first encountered them.

	“I just mean that it’d be nice if he could come home in one piece,” Rebecca corrected herself. “All this war is starting to take its toll.” The nun’s expression grew somewhat somber for a moment before she responded.

	“Thank you again, Child.” She said. “May Aramice’s sword point your way forwards.” She left Rebecca to wait for her friend to return. Once she did, they set off for the gate. If everything went well, she could relax for a bit back home before she went back to The Choir. She’d have her own lab, as many research materials as she needed, maybe even a nice lab assistant... She noticed that the gilded woman was near the gates. Here we go again...

	“Hold on,” Rebecca said to her friend. “I’m gonna try this once more.” She sighed, straightened her hat, and strode up to the knight, her weapon still resting comfortably at her side.

	“Hello,” She said as professionally as she could manage. “I’ve been cataloging magical items and artifacts around here and I’m wondering if you might know anything? I was going to ask you earlier, but things got a bit sidetracked.”