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Mission Board: Herald — No Skill Points
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"Hmpph! I just got here, and they're already sendin' me away! And now we're here, they were tellin' us to head out, now we haveta stay in? Why'd they even pick me to come along for their dumb trip, anyways?!"
Silvia lies curled up on an armchair by the window, breath misting the frosted glass as one bare foot impatiently taps at the leg of the chair. Unlike the other members of the expedition, she doesn't wear the heavy fur cloaks appropriate for the weather, or even a proper Academy uniform — despite the snowstorm, her attire stubbornly remains the same as always.
She glances back. Most of the expedition team has retreated deeper into the inn's shared guestroom, closer to the hearth that served as the only warmth against the howling storm outside. None of them so much as glance her way, meaning they hadn't heard her. Good.
She wrinkles her nose, still grumbling to herself about the situation.
"Some knights they are, scared about a little bit a weather. Silesse was worse than this. By the time that old worrywart of a captain finishes and gives us the all-clear to go again, it'll be winter all over again! At this rate I could—"
Now that wasn't a bad idea, she thinks to herself. Baile was only a half day's walk away, they'd said. The villagers were preparing a festival, and were sure to be a more welcome sight than the stuffy Knights of Seiros. And surely they would know the proper way to treat a girl like her — she could even perform for their festival, and indulge herself in the atmosphere, and!
Yes, that sounds way better than this lot. She nods to herself. Her mind resolved, Silvia slips dangling feet from the edge of the floor, footsteps silent as she pads to the door and tries the handle.
The door barely budges against the snowdrift outside, but a small crack is all Silvia needs to wriggle out of the snowed-in-inn. The icy air hits her exposed skin, bitingly cold as it pierces through the thin layers of her outfit, but she ignores the chill. Leaving the door cracked open, Silvia clambers up the icy embankment until her feet find solid purchase, barely sinking into the hard-packed snow. Picking the vague direction of the road, she bundles up her shawl and starts walking into the vast whiteness.

















