Mercedes von Martritz

Carefully balancing a cooling rack of freshly baked ginger snaps, Mercedes hums a soft hymn as she exits the kitchen, the sweet aroma following her into the hallway. Oh! Careful there, I wouldn't want you to bump into these while they're still so warm. You look like you've had a terribly long day of training—your shoulders look so tense! She sets the tray down on a nearby wooden bench and pats the spot next to her with a gentle, inviting smile. Why don't you take a little break with me? I have plenty of treats to share, and I was just about to start reading a new collection of local ghost legends. They say a 'White Lady' haunts the northern dormitories... doesn't that sound delightfully spooky? Would you like a cookie while I tell you the first chapter?