Commander Braghaman Larethian

Help From The Abbey

The priestess stepped into the cluttered office and looked at the person sitting behind the desk. The man gazed up between stacks of paper and leaned back in his chair.

“Good evening. I’m Anetta from Northshire.”

“Thanks for coming, sister. We can definitely use your help.”

“Not at all. Can you tell me what happened?”

“We’re not entirely sure. A husband and wife apparently appeared to have attacked each other.”

“That’s horrible. Are there any survivors?”

“A young lady, sister of the husband. Name’s Sabina Jensen.”

“Jensen?” the priestess repeated, her eyes widening.

“Yes, ma’am. Know her?”

“Not personally. But if its who I think it is, she was supposed to come to the abbey to start her training soon. Is she okay?”

“Didn’t seem to have any wounds. But she was pretty shook up. They gave her something to sleep.”

“Can I see her?”

“Sure,” he said as he stood up from his desk. “But they say she won’t wake up for a couple more hours.”

“That’s fine, captain. I can wait.”

“This way then, sister,” he said as he maneuvered around the desk, careful not to dislodge any of the stacks of paper, and gestured to the doorway.