Chapter 187 - Expeditionary forces
The scenery outside the carriage slowly slid by as the vehicle rocked across the countryside outside Bridgespell, though Scarlett paid it little mind. Her attention was fixed on the two items resting in her lap.
[Old dagger (Common)]
{An old dagger once belonging to a young noble lady, a gift from her master. It appears utterly mundane}
[Old Journal (Common)]
{An old journal once belonging to a noble young lady, but long since abandoned by its owner}
These two items comprised essentially everything of notable worth gained from her excursion to the Sunfire Shrine. Not that they appeared to hold much value. The dagger looked about as ordinary as any other one could find, and the journal only held significance if one considered Arlene and her siblings’ past interesting, which Scarlett supposed that she did.
But even then, appearances could also be deceiving.
She traced the tip of her finger along the dagger’s cold blade, contemplating its hidden potential.
A horse’s neigh from outside drew her gaze to the window. A tall man in black plate rode past the carriage at a sedate trot, his hand patting the animal’s neck as he approached another rider up ahead. Scarlett’s eyes lingered on the knight for a moment before returning to the items on her lap.
The duke’s men were accompanying them to their current destination as part of the deal Scarlett had struck with the man. Still, it would be some time before they would reach their goal.
Once again, she examined the dagger before her, intrigued by the concealed power beneath its unassuming exterior. Despite herself, Scarlett felt a twinge of envy towards Arlene, knowing that it technically belonged to the woman and that she would have to part with it upon her return to Freymeadow. She hadn’t been expecting to keep it to begin with, but knowing its true nature and having it in her hands made it hard not to feel this way.
Maybe it was a tad juvenile of her, but she liked to blame that particular aspect of her on the original Scarlett rather than taking responsibility for it herself. Arlene had done a lot for her, after all.