Rose tried out a few of the bows until she found one whose draw suited her.<strong>"I'll take this one, please."</strong>She left her old bow and a decent pile of gold coins behind, and left with her new acquisition.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The dame stopped by the temple for a healing wand, the stables for feed for her warhorse, and the market for a bedroll in preparation for a few days of travel. Then she headed for the library, arriving later than Aberik but not too much later.<br/><br/><strong>"Have you heard of the house of Aganem, master Aberik?"</strong>she asked him rhetorically, stepping inside the library, and continued before he had a chance to reply,<strong>"if you have not, that is because they - and their castle - were destroyed in an arcane accident a century ago. How strange it is then Lady Kara, engaged to Lord Marcus Erithiam, would be accompanied by a bodyguard bearing the insignia of Aganem instead of the house of Erithiam to which she will soon be wed?</strong><br/><br/>She spun on her heel to face him, her hair swishing behind her like a scarlet breeze, with eyes as excited as her voice.<strong>"Don't you see? The journal must contain their letters to one another, filled with the torrents of their declarations of unwavering though forbidden love gushing from their breasts! This is why Lady Kara is so adamant on retrieving it and equally insistent that no one bring its contents to light. This may well be the scandal of the year! There must be a surviving heir, or even several members, of Aganem, and if their tale is not recorded here somewhere"</strong>- here she waved a sweeping gesture at the bookcases around them -<strong>"then it might as well not be recorded at all. What say you, should we begin our search?"</strong>