Coral is late getting to breakfast, the others having started without her. Sitting down, her water cup is filled for her and she picks through the options on the table, choosing the most bland to add to her plate. Her stomach rolls over on itself and she feels as if she will pass out. Drawing slow, deep breaths, she picks at the bread, catching the tail half of the conversation.

Rainer continues, looking at Quell, "That makes three maidens, in the past month. Your uncle has been trying to catch the perpetrators for a while now, though he has finally decided to ask for help. That is why I want...