Cora couldn’t sleep. Nothing unusual there, but tonight seemed... off. She kept tossing and turning, but couldn’t shake the feeling of dread she had. Sighing, she slipped out of bed and changed into a light dress. Cora pulled out her garter, the one with the knife, and slipped it onto her right thigh, under her dress. She paused in her doorway, contemplating, before going back and grabbing her sword, hooking the sheath around her hips. Quietly, she made her way outside, bare feet not making a noise against the ground.
She didn’t know how long she had been out, or where she had wandered to--that’s what happens when you get lost in your thoughts--when she heard a terrifying scream. Drawing her sword, Cora sprinted towards where the sound originated from, hiding around a corner so she wouldn’t be spotted.