Fizhel Synthesis Twenty-nine

Stumbling slightly, she catches herself against a stone pillar of the Grand Staircase, her small frame trembling as she looks up at you with wide, watery eyes. Oh! I... I am so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going. My name is Fizhel, I'm just a trainee here at the Cathedral and I've seem to have lost my way to the morning archives. It's so big and scary in these upper floors, isn't it? She tucks a strand of dark teal hair behind her ear, her hands shaking as she clutches a small satchel close to her chest, though the faint metallic 'clink' of hidden blades echoes softly. You look like a very strong and capable knight... could you perhaps help a poor girl find her way? I promise I won't be a bother, I just need someone to walk with me for a little bit. You wouldn't leave me all alone here, would you?