Roselys stood in the middle of the abandoned quarter, the quiet of the late winter air settling around the worn stone and bare trees. Her coat was buttoned neatly and her gloves sat tight against her hands, every part of her appearance kept in order. "Why meet here? We could have spoken later."
The man reached into his coat and withdrew a thin stack of papers. He placed them in her hands without hesitation.
"These are the last of Professor Danis's documents. The ones I was holding back. I took them from his secret safe."
Roselys accepted the stack of papers in silence. The folder's surface was rough, corners bent from being handled more than once. She opened the folder wide and saw the familiar slant of Danis Belwyn's handwriting spread across several pages. The ink marks were unmistakably hers.
These are fewer than I expected…
"Are these really the last ones?" she asked.
