78th Spring 515AV
It was the sharp knocking upon her office door that snatched Fallon's attention from the page before her. Loud, urgent, something firm about it that suggested she needed to answer it as quickly as possible. Her brow creased at it for a moment, ears straining as she heard the young voice from behind the wood - not a child's voice, but certainly not an adults. A courier perhaps? They did seem to employ such frequently for messages that were of urgency - or those that could afford them. Sighing, she lowered down the quill, eyes sweeping forward to the door as she cleared her throat, "The door is unlocked. Come in."
There was the hurried steps as the young lad - barely a teenager came in letter clutched in his hand as he took those strides across the room. It was with a hurried slap he placed it on the desk before her. Fallon raised an eyebrow, quill tip gingerly brushing against the paper. She spied the wax seal, an off golden yellow colour with a cog neatly pressed into it. Lips pursed after that, her gaze sweeping towards the lad who stood their expectantly. Taking it up, she turned it neatly in her fingers, thumb slipping briefly beneath the edge, "Next time, don't slap the letter down upon the desk, thank you. Hand it physically over to be taken by the receiver."
She watched the lad chew at his lips, cheeks puffing as she deliberately took her time reading it. Strong lettering, she noted, shaped to create precision over elegance - A single Lady I. GoldWoerth having written this particular message:
Dear Ms Skylar ,
Due to unforeseen events, the establishment of Bohrnn and GoldWoerth has been broken into overnight and had some of their stock stolen. While I understand that you yourself are busy with your business, it would be greatly appreciated if you could come over to the store immediately and assist with investigations related to the stolen stock. If you are unable to, please return the courier with the letter as soon as possible,
Yours Sincerely,
Lady I. GoldWoerth
Fallon hummed and folded the letter over once as she pondered over it. It was an emergency, and this sounded much more interesting than simply sitting around the office biding her time. Slowly, Fallon stood and gave a nod to the courier. It was not long after that she was out the door, the coat pulled on, the gloves covering the hands and the tools she needed for her work strapped to her person - even the seemingly unnecessary kurki found its position upon her. And it was with those determined steps in the direction of the store, courier eagerly leading the way. It was the appearance of the narrow stone arch that gave her pause, her eyes suspiciously looking to the stone steps before she traversed them and merely a chime later a narrow bridge crossing an alleyway, the looming presence of the store now before her as she at last took those steps into the establishment.