“I’m sorry for interrupting you ma’am, but this one”, the guard looked at the soldier “insisted for almost an hour than he needed to talk to you about a rumor.” The guard’s expression did not change while the soldier took deep breaths before speaking; “Ma’am, today I was in the local inn, inspecting it after a few strange individuals left the place when I've heard a few travelers speaking about a small tension on the South.”
The scarlet haired woman landed her left arm on the desk, starting to massage her right temple with the right hand. At least it was more interesting to hear than read how a soldier ‘heroically’ stopped an 15 year old boy from stealing an apple; “And?”
“I promptly asked them about what they were talking about, they told me than there’s a small fight between assassins and mercenaries than live in the desert, apparently the conflict’s about to worsen, they told me than they acquired the information from two mercs on the inn, moments before I entered.” His face was full of joy and excitement as he watched the woman stand up, slowly walking toward both men, his sensations fading when she spoke “And how many drinks have you drank with those well informed men to acquire that... information?” The man’s face grew pale as he tried to find words, the guard did his best to hold the laughter. She turned her back on the men, walking back to her chair. “Doesn’t matter, thanks for delivering the information, next time, report to your superior and he will”, Veronica greatly emphasized the last word while she moved her hands to show the pile of paper; “deliver it to me. Begone both of you, and close the door.” On other occasions she would have been kinder to the soldier, but not after dealing with paperwork for a whole day. The door closed a few moments before she sat again on her chair, looking at nothing on the roof. “I’ve heard before about the tension between the Crimson Shadow and the Wolfpack, but it’s about to worsen? Maybe I should...” Veronica promptly opened a small drawer on her right, retrieving two sheets of paper and ink from it. She calmly started to write on one of them.
Twenty minutes passed when she finally moved past her room’s doors, tightly holding two envelopes with her right hand. The sound of her silver boots meeting the ground echoed on the corridor, it stopped a few meters after the ward, as she watched an young man with new clothes, she raised an eyebrow “I haven’t met you before, have I?”