[color=a36209]"...um..ma'am?"[/color]
[color=39b54a]"Yes Charles."[/color]
[color=a36209]"...there's um...there's a light. Near your head?"[/color]
[color=39b54a]"Yes there is."[/color]

Cornelia had been staring at the light orb for the past half hour, unmoving from her spot on the bench. The orb jiggled and whirled furiously around, almost as if becoming exasperated at the woman's apparent lethargy and deadpan stare. The Justiciar flicked her eyes to the Stalwart recruit who had approached, one hand resting on a sword as he stared at the orb in slight worry.

[color=a36209]"Is...is it dangerous?"[/color]
[color=39b54a]"It's been here for a while and hasn't done anything yet."[/color]

Cornelia's training had been interrupted by the arrival of this...oddity. She had taken it in stride, sitting down calmly to observe it after the orb had spiraled around, attempting to lead her away from the training grounds. After 30 minutes of her unmoving observation, the orb had apparently become annoyed, if such a thing could be annoyed, and was currently spiraling around her head madly. She finally came to a decision, standing up slowly. The orb jerked away, staying out of reach, bobbing slightly. Cornelia turned to look at Charles.

[color=39b54a]"Would you tell Matron Fiona that I will be following a mysterious orb for a bit?"[/color]

The recruit stared at her, unsure if she was being serious or not. Cornelia walked over to where she had left her gear, sliding the massive tower shield onto her back. A clink of metal as she slid her blade into it's sheathe. The orb jumped a ways, pausing as if to check if she was truly following it or not. She rolled her shoulders for a moment before giving a nod to Charles.

[color=39b54a]"Have her send me a falcon if I take longer than three days to return."[/color]

With that, the Justiciar began to follow the light orb. Walking through the Fortchurch, she ignored the stares from the other Stalwarts. A young girl, clad in armor about two sizes too large for her, jogged next to her, flustering a bit as her helmet fell over her eyes.

[color=a36209]"M-miss Aerthur?"[/color]
[color=39b54a]"Diedre, your armor is too large."[/color]
[color=a36209]"Oh, yes ma'am. Wait, but ma'am, what's this light?"[/color]
[color=39b54a]"Dunno."[/color]
[color=a36209]"...why are you following it?"[/color]
[color=39b54a]"It wants me to."[/color]
[color=a36209]"...is that smart?"[/color]
[color=39b54a]"Not sure yet."[/color]
[color=a36209]"...um..."[/color]

Without breaking stride, Cornelia looped through the supply room, grabbing a bag of field rations from a confused Stalwart.

[color=39b54a]
"I need these. Deidre, please go get your armor fitted. Open the gates please."[/color]

As the heavy reinforced doors of the Fortchurch swung open, Cornelia pulled her cloak around her face, focused on the orb, and began trudging through the mountains in it's direction.

[color=39b54a]"Now...where are you taking me."[/color]