So lost in her thoughts was Fanilly, that she hadn't realized Sir Fionn was approaching until he spoke.

"Ah, Hello, Sir Fionn."

Turning to face him fully, the Knight-Captain bobbed her head in greeting. The former mercenary had been in an irritable state ever since the conclusion of the battle at Cae Mayl, after the enemy who was behind the curse hounds and the abominations presumably also murdered the Golden Boar force's commander to prevent any information from being revealed.

But it seemed as if now he was at least somewhat more cheery. Fanilly was at least a little glad to see he was doing better, no matter what other thoughts distracted her.

She paused another moment before answering his question, when she noticed that Sir Gerard was approaching as well. For a moment it seemed as if he had some manner of business with Sir Fionn, but decided to put it off for now.

"And Sir Gerard," she nodded her head in greeting towards them as well. He'd been injured during the battle with the Golden Boars, but as far as she had understood it was nothing serious and the healers had already set him on a swift road to recovery.

There was no reason to behave in any manner below her station, no matter how frustrated she felt, so she quickly did her best to banish the look of irritation from her features and compose herself.

To be honest, she shouldn't have been spending her time out here like this. And there was no need to preoccupy her knights' time with their Captain's complaints.

"It's-"

And yet, she hesitated. It was her frustrations, yes, but it did matter to the good of Thaln's people...

Fanilly sighed.

"It's just, I... we didn't learn anything," she said, with a heavy sigh, "Aside from the vision of a white mask, we didn't find anything out. I don't know where to look next. I was going to go to the library to try and do some research on the potential locations of Angroron's shards, or what could be done with them, but I don't even know where to begin."

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