The previous night strikes a chord

Does Lavorra start to realise something is wrong?

Yes/No (Even) [5,6] Yes, and… there’s a clue to help her

How much does she discover?

How Much [5] More than expected

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She places the heavy, leather bound tome back on the bookshelf, humming absently to herself.

Such a strange story, about spirits and daemons and paladins.

She giggles, and then her laughter stops short, her smile turning to a grimace.

Paladin?

Lavorra feels a sense of panic rising from her stomach. Something is wrong, something is peeling back the gentle, protective shell that keeps her little head empty and clear of troubles.

No no no no

She needs to find her Elantir, her Sir. But her fingers hover in the air before her, brushing the spine of that tome.

With a feeling of rising dread, she takes it back down from the shelf, and opens it. She skims one page, and then another and another, until she is knelt by the bookshelf, pouring over the text, leafing rapidly through.

Dry, dull, boring descriptions of systems of feudal taxation. Not one word about stone circles or daemons, bandits or…

Paladins.

Like jolt of energy, something rocks through her white-shrouded body. She half rises, and stumbles against the shelves.

Holy Matron restore me. It was all there in my head. In my… memories?

She doesn’t know whose voice that is. It scares her. She can hear muffled voices from Sir Henry’s study, and staggers towards the door. Her fragile mind feels ready to bursts, horrible terrible lies beginning to fill her thoughts. She must find him. He will make her right again.

She stumbles again, bare feet slipping on the polished floor, and in her struggle to right herself, she knocks another book from the shelves.

Elantir will be cross if I leave that laying around.

Her hand trembling, she pauses to lift the book, which has fallen open, pages facing down. She lifts it, turning it over, and finding it is not a book at all. A case, disguised to look like just another tome.

And something has fallen out of it. Something bright and green, held in a bronze clasp.

An amulet.

She reaches out to touch it, her fingers brushing the strangely warm gemstone, and her mind shatters.