Items laid on top of something wrapped in cloth. Â Rendafel carefully picked up the first item, a book, and flipped it open.
"A list of names and places it looks like."
Barnabaix gingerly took the book and scanned the pages. Â "This is a journal of Miss Ophianne's exploits." Â He flipped to the last few pages. Â "Seems she was tracking some people from the 'Driftwood Coast' in the last week of her life."
He passed the book over to the girl sitting on the bed as Rendafel then lifted out a smaller box nestled within the cloth wrapped item. Â Opening it, it was filled with fliers and pamphlets.
"Ah, yes. Â Miss Ophianne would always keep such items in case she were to gain entry into a particular free company for work. Â Master Hext had her do a number of . . . odd jobs."
Rendafel nodded, handing the box to his sister before carefully picking up and unwrapping the item. Â The blue cloth fell to reveal a well made bow, graced with intricate patterns and copper rings.
"This is ... I saw Anne shoot this in the back yard."
"Yes, Miss Ophianne was deadly with a bow as well as her fists."
"How do you know all this, Barnabaix?"
The old elezen smiled at the girl. Â "Because I am also employed by Master Hext, as well as many others of the Rillemont family. Â Your sister did jobs for him that he could not do, or others could not." The smile faded quickly. Â "You both will be tasked to do the same in the future. Â Make no mistake."
"I will do so now!" Â Rendafel stood, still holding the bow. Â "One of those people had to have killed Anne!"
"Perhaps, Master Randafel. Â But racing off with no training or knowledge will get you killed as well."
The boy sighed, sitting down on the floor. Â "Yes, you are right Barnabaix. Â What should we do then?"
Their butler stroked his chin, lost in thought for a few minutes. Â "I shall make a few inquiries, but in the meantime I want you both to keep this knowledge to yourself. Â We must be careful."
"A list of names and places it looks like."
Barnabaix gingerly took the book and scanned the pages. Â "This is a journal of Miss Ophianne's exploits." Â He flipped to the last few pages. Â "Seems she was tracking some people from the 'Driftwood Coast' in the last week of her life."
He passed the book over to the girl sitting on the bed as Rendafel then lifted out a smaller box nestled within the cloth wrapped item. Â Opening it, it was filled with fliers and pamphlets.
"Ah, yes. Â Miss Ophianne would always keep such items in case she were to gain entry into a particular free company for work. Â Master Hext had her do a number of . . . odd jobs."
Rendafel nodded, handing the box to his sister before carefully picking up and unwrapping the item. Â The blue cloth fell to reveal a well made bow, graced with intricate patterns and copper rings.
"This is ... I saw Anne shoot this in the back yard."
"Yes, Miss Ophianne was deadly with a bow as well as her fists."
"How do you know all this, Barnabaix?"
The old elezen smiled at the girl. Â "Because I am also employed by Master Hext, as well as many others of the Rillemont family. Â Your sister did jobs for him that he could not do, or others could not." The smile faded quickly. Â "You both will be tasked to do the same in the future. Â Make no mistake."
"I will do so now!" Â Rendafel stood, still holding the bow. Â "One of those people had to have killed Anne!"
"Perhaps, Master Randafel. Â But racing off with no training or knowledge will get you killed as well."
The boy sighed, sitting down on the floor. Â "Yes, you are right Barnabaix. Â What should we do then?"
Their butler stroked his chin, lost in thought for a few minutes. Â "I shall make a few inquiries, but in the meantime I want you both to keep this knowledge to yourself. Â We must be careful."
