“…Let me see that” Liaena muttered finally, snatching the book out of Rithrynns hand. Job done, Hester strutted past her to sink her beak into the bar of chocolate as the girl started to frantically leaf through the pages. “She…she wouldn’t send me this without a reason. There must be another clue, or something…”

Scanning the text briefly on each page, Liaena paused at the final few entries by Lord Alficious, as the name: ‘White Hand’ caught her eye. A longer pause followed, as she read through the page more thoroughly, Rithrynn lurking over one shoulder. “...I….I guess this is a motive”

Snapping the book unexpectedly closed, Liaena stared at the small leather bound diary in her hand as though it had teeth. 

[i]“What have I done?”[/i]

“Idiot! interficerent eam! What in the Light was she thinking!?” Liaena cursed as she stomped her way to her feet. Hester fluttered haughtily to her perch as the girl stalked across the room to slam the window shut. “I don’t know why I even bother anymore, if I can’t even give someone a simple task, without going and getting themselves --”

[i]“What if she’s dead?”[/i]

Screwing up her eyes, Liaena abruptly slapped herself in the forehead, with the diary, hard. Burst of anger spluttering out, she turned to look at Rithrynn with an expression that could only be described as woebegone. “What if…”

“….”

“No.[i] No[/i]. They must have kidnapped her, or something, and she managed to get this to me” Liaena said very decisively. Leafing through the pages as she opened the book again, she stabbed a finger at the haphazard scrawl. “Honour’s point – that’s their fort, she must be there. This, this is important, it proves that Lord Alficious was suspicious of their activities before he died. This is more than we’ve ever had on them before, we can put pressure on them – I need to talk to Sharon”