<div style="text-align: justify;">The silence was killing her. Nadya had more than a suspicion that the strange woman knew exactly what she was doing, but it still got to her. At least she sent her errand boy away with her sword. The less sharp objects were around, the better. By the time the woman finally gave up her paper-ruffling and turned around, Nadya's nerves were as worn as the chair she was sitting on. The knife underneath her gentle, grey eyes didn't help.<br/><br/>"Nadya?" She replied, deciding to play dumb. "That's not me. That letter was fluttering along on the ground this morning, madam, and I decided to sneak a peak. Don't want to waste good parchment. Where's the crime in that?" Her voice was quiet, rapid, intimidated, and despite the woman's "kind" suggestion, she was unable to keep herself from blinking. Her gaze never strayed from the knife.<br/><br/>The nymph had to pinch her own wrist to prevent herself from smiling at the woman's next words. They <span style="font-style: italic">did not</span> know where Fossil was! It wasn't the best of times to feel a rush of pride in her girlfriend, but it happened regardless.<br/><br/>"I'm not the one you want, madam," she continued with a shake of her head, as if she'd almost given up trying to reason with her. "And I have no records that need disappearing, thank you very much."</div>