In the shadow of the thicket, Frieda catches her breath and grips Sir Karl’s stout walking staff. The wood shifts against her ring. A seam gives way, and a hidden panel slides open.
Inside lies a wax-sealed scroll, pressed with Bishop Eisenfaust’s personal crest. The six red-scarved riders are no mere band of thieves. They are tied to this seal.
Frieda
The staff was a hiding place.
Farther off, hoofbeats roll through the lane behind the church. The riders are still here, still hunting. Their mission suddenly has a shape, and it points back toward Hammerstein.
The Witness
Saints preserve us... that was Sir Karl’s staff.
The witness stares at the seal, his face draining of color. Frieda has proof in her hand, and it does not fit the story of aid and loyalty she was given.
+ New Item Acquired
wax-sealed scroll
“She rides as fast as she can back to Hammerstein with the witness.”
SUCCESS (Good Agility, rolled -1)