Fiorenza woke up suddenly and shot up into a sitting position on her bed. She looked around, and her eyes fixed on the refined sword lying innocuosly, as much as a weapon can feel like that. Yet, as it was positioned in the morning sunlight, it felt peaceful. Hmmm. Just like in my dreams. We made a pact. If I want its power, then I have to keep my side.
She stood up, stretched like a cat, and got dressed. She put on a simple robe, and managed to fasten the sword on her hip. She also took a dagger -- You never know. -- and a torch. Death and darkness go hand in hand.
She smiled at her mother and said something vague about dinner, than quickly left the family home. When she finally was out of sight of the house, the situation started to sink in.
I've made a pact with something. I'm heading towards the cemetery to fight something restless in there. I do have training with simple weapons as a noble, but this feels ominous, to say the least. Let's see what's there, first. I can fight later.
With that, she continued her way to the cemetery, to scout it, first and foremost.