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Kaite had put herself up in the loft of farmhouse, the residence being more than welcoming after an incidental run-in with bandits at her camp the night before. Having thought the woods to be there territory, their headless corpses left in the clearing were certain to cement such a claim; their 'grave' left open for all manner of scavengers to have at their bodies, the half-elf was faintly curious what a passerby would think of the kneeling bodies with heads in their hands.
The lovely couple had been late on extortion fees, and the trio were days late on coming to collect. It was an odd occurrence, Kaite had been told, since they were often strictly early and stayed late to harass workers. A few inquiries about facial descriptions later, and it was official that Ispar's Black Knight's shadow spread through the town by word of mouth.

Rumors swept most of the worker's from her path as they had more important things to do than draw her attention. So it was a considerable surprise when a knock came to Kaite's door, causing her to look up from polishing their ebony-black helmet. "It's not my door to lock" she replied with her slight northern accent, assuming it was simply 'housekeeping' before the letter slipped into the room, earning a raised eyebrow. By the time she reached the door to peek out, the creaking of steps signified that the messenger had already left. With an unimpressed sniffle, Kaite tore the letter open and quickly read its contents before groaning and tilting her head back to stare at the ceiling.
If her whereabouts were known enough to receive letters, then it was best she begin moving on. However, the request for her attendance from Sadron himself wasn't a very welcoming invitation since the wording of being 'required' made her stop to think of what kind of legal trouble she could be in. All things considered, it wasn't too steep of an assumption to make, though her debts were paid in full and she'd been on her best behavior for the last few months.

Excusing the notion with the shake of her head, the half-elf stuffed the letter into her pack and resumed her work. "And what would that mean? This summons from..." she began to speak, turning the helmet over to face it's beaked visor and stopping as if being interrupted. "Hrm, I suppose. If it is no court call, then it must be something-" Kaite continued, opening the visor to reach the inside. Nodding her head with a small smirk teasing her previously concerned expression, "Exactly...something important enough to track us down," she chirped in agreement. With the conclusion of the odd exchange, she hastily packed the rest of her gear and cinched up the straps to the rest of the armor.

The owners of the farm had anticipated Kaite's departure in due time, and had set aside trail rations and a note encouraging her to take one of their horses in compensation for saving the village the trouble of losing supplies to the bandits. Thinking nothing of it, and without even a word, she picked the sturdiest of the lot and set out, leaving only a small stack of gold on top of the note.
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