She left the estate just after noon, cloak plain, hood low. No crest on the carriage this time because she wanted to avoid being followed; she told no one but Adolf of her trip. The city was bright and loud, but she kept to the quieter streets until the bell above the door chimed.
Wanderer's Curiosities.
The same neatly sorted counters, the countless rows of things, trinkets, dotting them. The same woman behind the register, quill scratching in careful strokes.
The shopkeeper looked up from her book for a moment and smiled when she noticed the girl.
"Back so soon, dear?"
"I am. Those three things I bought—do you have more from the same lot?"
Morena wasted no time and dived directly into the reason for her visit. She wanted more things like she had gotten before, more specifically, another journal or notebook that could help her.
The woman's eyes flicked, quick, to the hooded figure before her, then down.
"Possibly. Depends what you're after."
"Information, mostly."
