When Simone came to Lewis, it appeared as though he was gearing up to leave again. He had already strapped on the pieces of black leather to his chest and legs, and was working on the bracers next.

“It would seem Lord Raith has business for me,” he said as he glanced at Simone. “I’ve sent him a note regarding your presence here, and more or less what I know about the situation.” Lewis’ eye twitched as he saw what she was wearing, and how very loosely it fit. “I guess they couldn’t find much. I will have to send them to get proper clothes for you, then…” He sighed.

“Just stay on this floor. I don’t really care what you do, but…” he glanced around his room. “I would recommend staying away from the blue and red bottles lying about. Very likely they may kill you and-” he paused. “On second thought, I doubt that matters…” He shrugged, and finished off with his vambraces.

“Do not leave this floor. There is no guarantee that you are safe anywhere other than here. Some of the pilgrims are…” Lewis thought for a moment. “Special. I will be back no later than tomorrow afternoon.” He grabbed his bow and quivers, and walked to the doorway. He grabbed the neatly folded shroud, and tossed it onto the desk.

“Won’t be needing that for this one.” And with that, he left the floor, and made his way out of the citadel, leaving Simone alone.