[Flashback - Close to Newhaven, 5 years ago]
“Let me teach you something lady” Veronica walked in the grass, the wind gently touching her face as she smiled. The city’s walls were distant, although they only walked for what seemed half an hour. The old man was a few steps behind her talked, Jon was like that, the kind of person that enjoyed to teach as many things he could to his friends, he knew those small details would be valuable some day, specially for his best friend’s daughter. He stopped for a few seconds, Veronica stopped and faced him as she heard his heavy breathing “Or I’m getting older or maybe you have been training a bit" If I recall well, the last time we walked here you asked me to take you home after we walked only a kilometer”.
Veronica laughed, “Come on, I was 16 when we did that, of course I wanted to go home, and yet, after our little-talk-that-only-lasted-a-kilometer, you managed to convince my parents” she smiled to the old man as he started to walk again “You know I’ll never forget that, and yes, I’ve been training a bit”
“Perfect! That means than I’m not actually aging!”, both laughed, those few moments that they could have a small conversation without all the army’s policy were rare and usually lasted less than a few minutes, Jon stopped and turned, so he could face the city. “Now hear me, someday you will surely need to use this. Every single living being has a mind, yes, some are more developed like other, and still, the mind governs everyone’s actions. A dog will bark to ask for food because in his mind he knows that if he barks to someone in a specific manner that person will surely give him food. Or some kind of, at least. The human mind works in the same way, but since it’s more complex than a dog’s one, it hides many things from us. Things than would throw us into madness if they weren’t hidden, and yet somehow the mind demonstrates that we lived those things, tasted them, or even somehow acknowledged them, not by some incredible stupid action, but yet through small movements, eyebrows, the mouth, the hands. Pay attention to them, and you will know many things about the others when you speak about stuff they have long forgotten.” She looked to the city too, trying to understand what he had just spoken. “And how can that be useful to me?”, the man laughed as he heard those words, “Try to be more creative lady! Look, some soldiers will play a few card games tonight, use what I’ve just told you, if you win, then half of what you won is mine, if you lose, then I’ll give you the money you lost, now let’s return to the city, it’s getting cold outta here.”
The scarlet haired woman somehow managed to smile, usually she was sad when she thought about Jon, but those small moments were. . . indescribable. She faced Luke again, the thought that she touched his weakness somehow crossed her mind. “This is a game that I can play too, mister Luke, and I never lose small games like this.” They reached the end of the corridor, a turn to right would lead to the stairs and turning to left would make them cross half of the castle, ‘Enough of this, there’s a line between having fun and hurting someone by bringing memories’. “I have a few things to do, I hope we can continue this.... little game of ours another day”. Veronica started to walk down the stairs, “It’s here where I’ll go alone, and yes, it will be better for you if you don’t follow me.” She waved her left hand as a way to end that strange meeting while she walked. Maybe she should have a word or two with Captain Thomas after she sent the letter, just maybe.
A few tens of minutes after that, she gladly found an available messenger, interrupting him as he tried to start a phrase with the formalities reserved to the White Knights. “Look, I have this letter to be delivered, I need it inside a small camp in the ruins from Brightvale, it’s unofficial, do you understand it?”. The man nodded, “Therefore, you shouldn’t pick anything than would tell that you’re a messenger from the castle, like flags or armor with signs. Travel simply, as if you were a merchant, and wait for an answer there, once you’re back I’ll pay you, understood?” The man once again nodded, Veronica heard about him once or twice, he delivered most of the letters from the castle, she vaguely remembered to have heard that he speak with a very low frequency. “Pick a horse, and go. May the Twins protect you.” She turned around after the man took the letter from her hand, she could hear that he was running. ‘Now.... where was the dinning hall?’