Location: Vincent's Home
Sabine pulled her new cloak – Vincent’s cloak - close to her chest as she trudged through the damp streets. The morning’s snow had quickly turned into a dreary rain that continued on and off throughout the trial. Now, as lantern light bounced erratically off the puddles and dark clouds blocked out the moon, Sabine felt her skin begin to crawl. The shadows pressed in around her, giving her the sensation of being watched by unseen eyes, but each time she looked up she saw only cloaked figures passing silently by.
Still, her pace quickened and she felt a strange relief to see Vincent’s house come into sight. A soft light flickered from the second story window, promising warmth within, and she took the steps two at a time in her desire to get inside.
Once she reached the top of the stairs, she stamped her feet to rid her boots of water and knocked on the door. When Vincent pulled it open, she would greet him with a wry smile and gesture to her wet clothes in apology. If he let her, she would spend a few bits pulling off her boots and shaking out her cloak before stepping further into his home. The green scarf that he had given her the trial before would stay wrapped around her neck.
“The city’s a bit spooky tonight.” Sabine glanced back at the door as if expecting someone else to walk through. “I think the weather’s making me see wisps.” A shiver ran down her spine and she rubbed her hands along her arms. “How was your trial?”
After they had chatted for a few moments, Sabine returned to the bag that she had left leaning against the couch and pulled out a glass bottle of whiskey with a red ribbon wrapped around the stem. She had no expectations that Vincent would be surprised by the gift; she was, after all, nothing if not predictable when it came to alcohol.
The real question was whether he could be coerced into sharing.
“Now you have the beginnings of your very own bar.” She handed him the bottle and grinned. “You’ll be a true Rharnian in no time.”