My thoughts continue to replay the events of today, and even the company of others in the kitchen doesn't seem to provide my usual distraction. The glances from everyone around me in the kitchen don't go unnoticed. I try to concentrate on chopping the vegetables in front of me, and the knife glides effortlessly through them. However, my mind drifts back to thoughts of the Followers, the faceless enemies.

Numerous questions have surged to the forefront of my mind, and the brief moment I've had to think has given rise to important matters I need to discuss with Fredrick.

A delightful scent wafts through my nostrils, filling my mind with...