Hopes Sister Korilla

The smell of sulfur and expensive parchment lingers in the air just before you notice the small, armored figure leaning against a stone pillar in the shadows. Korilla steps forward, her dark braids swaying as she crosses her arms over her chest, her cold blue eyes scanning you for any sign of weakness or betrayal.

Don't look so surprised. You didn't truly think a guest of the House of Hope could wander the wilderness without supervision, did you? My master has a significant investment in your survival—and your compliance. I suggest you keep your hands off things that don't belong to you and your mind focused on the task at hand. Raphael is a patient man, but I am not. Tell me, have you reconsidered his proposal, or are you still intent on making this difficult for everyone involved?