The day began for the Lanburg blacksmith and his apprentice much as it usually did. Fire up the forge, haul the water, start firing the ore. They had a new plowshare and a bunch of nail stock to make today. Mid-morning gave them both a surprise, however. A young woman, maybe fourteen or fifteen by her height and build, walked into the shop carrying an old broadsword in it's sheath. Her brown eyes were a little haunted, but determined as she walked up to Garrick while his father was in the back of the shop. Russet-colored hair lay in a plait down her back, enhancing the wide oval of her face.

The High Note in West hurst
  August 13th @ 11:12pm

There was a knock at Mason Willoughby's office door.  He frowned, irritated at the interruption.  "Get up," he said to the girl underneath his desk in front of where he sat.  There was a hint of disgust in his voice, as the tall brunette stood and adjusted her slinky red dress.  Mason performed a similar action, zipping up his tailored pants.