Abigail carried both letters in the satchel in her horse's saddlebag, her memories of Cosette stronger than usual throughout the journey. She wasn't sure how she felt about Cosette giving up her life of adventure - she was happy for her, of course, but it would've been more difficult for Abigail to turn away from the life to which she was accustomed. It wasn't so much the sense of adventure as duty, being an instrument of her faith. There was a reason she was a sacred servant and that was a commitment bordering on sacrifice. She felt like less of a person when she wasn't armoured or carrying a sword, like part of herself was missing. She'd long ago decided that this was who she was and it was the life she'd committed herself to unto death, and that didn't discourage her or bring any air of sadness. It made her happy. Even romance hadn't been enough to keep her in one place, though a wonderful friendship remained.<br/><br/>Even though she came to meet with the Queen as requested, Abigail hadn't fully made her decision about accepting the role just yet. She wished to learn more of it first in person, not merely from a letter or the words of a messenger. She would make sure that it wouldn't conflict with her role for the Church of Sol before she accepted it, but from what she'd already learned, it didn't seem that it would.<br/><br/>Upon reaching the city, Abigail recognised an Inquisitor on sight, and rode ahead once waved through the lines. She dismounted not long after, straightening her cloak as he speaks. "Well met, Inquisitor Bernard. I come at the behest of her majesty the Queen, as she has requested that I seek an audience with her.  My name is Abigail Elysia Reinhardt, Paladin of the Church of Sol." At this she inclined her head respectfully, and retrieved the letter from the satchel in her saddlebag for him to view.<br/>