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HELLO FIFTY YRS LATE dated for the twelfth??

[auditor]

[ it isn't a woman's work, stone and wood. or the work of nobles, either. but claudia adapts, and the coin earned in construction is enough for a start. (she would have preferred to steal, truth be told. but the village is too small, and she imagines someone would have posted reward to catch a village thief in short time. perhaps traders...) — harder work than wenching but less humiliating as far as she is concerned and less dangerous than biting roses, too.

claudia's hands haven't been soft since she was a child, besides, and she wears brown leather trousers as though meant for her. (it feels strange, still, to wear them at all. she learned to wield her blades in a gown.) her blouse, two shifts for the sheer cheapness, is damp with sweat. that deserves a moment's pause, and she sits on a load of wood: leaning on her elbows and crossing her ankles and watching edward.

his blade, the one he had shown to the mirrors, is curious. — enough for her to want to follow him but he had called for others, and it would be her luck she would lead herself to templars with stolen weapons. it could be a coincidence, too. wrist blades are a convenient weapon; the assassins cannot be alone in realizing that, and she has learned the world is so much larger, now... claudia decides it best to ask among witnesses. ]

Do you have that blade, still?

[beastlyroses]

Inside of Edward's mailbox, he will find a plain black sack. Inside of it are pieces of candy of assorted sizes, smells, and colors. They're all poisonous in some way. Some will kill, others will make people violently ill, some can cause temporary paralysis, etc.

Good luck with that one.