Rynn stood in front of the grimy mirror, half crouched in order to see as she braided her hair. If sleeping on such a lumpy cot didn't give her a backache, trying to do her hair certainly would. She huffed as her fingers once again slipped. Frustrated, she pulled half her hair out in an attempt to start over again. She figured that if she had managed to get the first half near perfect, she would eventually do the same for the end.

She was halfway through the first motion when there was a knock on her door. Sunlight had crept into her room nearly an hour ago, despite having said they would be leaving early. Her braid had got the best of her, and she was certain it was one of her companions coming to rouse her. Leaving her hair as it was, she opened the door, only to find the elf - Arin, she corrected herself - half-standing, half-leaning against the doorframe.

His hand wrapped around her arm as he stumbled. Without thinking, she grabbed ahold of him, struggling to keep him from falling to the floor. "You've certainly looked better," she huffed, bracing her feet apart in order to gain some sort of hold. "Do tell me if it was the breakfast, as I'd rather not fall ill myself."

Moments passed and he seemed to regain his thoughts. He blinked, closed his eyes, took a few breaths. Rynn was looking at him, almost afraid that he would begin to fall apart again. When he finally was able to stand on his own, he moved away from her. Quickly, like he couldn't stand to be so near her. "Many apologies," he said, and Rynn bit her tongue.

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“[color=MediumAquamarine]I wanted to report to you my findings. Though… now that I think about it, maybe I should have waited until breakfast when everyone is around to hear it. [/color]” He sighed and straightened himself, “[color=MediumAquamarine]Well, I might as well tell you now seeing that I have your attention and I do not want to make this a wasted trip.[/color]” 

Arin took a step away from Rynn, feeling that he was still too close for either of their comfort, “[color=MediumAquamarine]After analyzing what samples I could obtain in the allotted time, I came to the conclusion that magic was not used to break into the vaults. If some form of magic was used, it was the ones already in place.[/color]”

He waited for the words, and the implications that came with it, to sink in. “[color=MediumAquamarine]I understand you want to believe your family and those who work in the palace took no part in the theft in any capacity… but unless the spells on the vault were public knowledge, we can narrow our suspects down from the entire population to those who are, or were at one time, close to the crown, whether by blood or not. At the very least, someone who has intimate knowledge of the castle’s architect was involved.[/color]” The name Callin crossed his mind. “[color=MediumAquamarine]I am willing to change my mind once we find evidence that proves otherwise, but with what we have, this is currently my strongest hypothesis.[/color]” 
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Rynn shook her head. "No. No one in the castle would dare." She straightened, crossing her arms over her chest and taking a step back into her room. "I've known them all my life. Some of them only most of it, but long enough."