Chapter Nineteen
Invenio - "To discover"
The train arrived in Lindblum a few hours later. Beatrix exited quickly, so if she was spotted by the person it would seem as if she had business there. She quickly hid behind a corner and watched as the person exited the train and immediately headed into town. She followed, keeping a lengthy distance behind them, creeping along in the shadows of the buildings, and saw the cloaked figure enter the inn. She crept up to the door and leaned against the wall next to the doorframe, listening as the person conversed with the innkeeper.
"One room for 3 nights please," the person said in a monotone voice. The rustling of papers could be heard before the innkeeper spoke.
"That'll be 300 gil," he replied, and Beatrix could hear the clinking of money being exchanged.
"Room 15," directed the innkeeper, and footsteps could be heard retreating down the hall. Beatrix glanced a peek around the corner to see the entrance hall empty, and she pushed away from the wall and glided down the hall, making as little noise as possible. She peeked around another corner in time to see a flash of red cloak enter room 15, and the door close quickly behind them. Beatrix lifted a foot to round the corner when a high pitched voice cried out behind her.
"Lady General! Lady General!" a moogle came running down the hall toward her, waving a piece of paper wildly in its short hand.
"Shh!! Mog what are you doing here?" she whispered.
"A letter, Lady General . . . from the Queen! We's been looking for you all day!" she replied, handing the letter to Beatrix. She took it and pulled it open impatiently.
Beatrix-
Blank told me of your hasty run to Lindblum. I hope you have a good explanation for running off when you're needed here. I expect to see you here by nightfall.
-Dagger
Beatrix sighed inwardly, then glanced back at the door to room 15. There was no noise emitting from behind it, and Beatrix guessed it would stay like that for the rest of the day.
"Alright, Mog. Go back and tell her I'll be on the next ship home," Beatrix instructed the moogle.
"Yessum!" she squeaked before running down the hall and out of sight. Beatrix turned to look at the room one last time before turning on her heels and returning to the entrance way. She reached the door when she stopped dead and looked to the desk.
"Excuse me?" she asked the innkeeper.
"Yes Ma'am?" he replied.
"Could you tell me the name in room 15? She's an old friend I haven't seen in years and she just got married. I'm afraid I've forgotten her new last name," Beatrix said, smiling and batting her eyes at the clerk.
"Oh, of uh . . . of course! Let me see . . . " he replied, trailing his finger slowly down the list of occupants.
"Miss, or should I say, Mrs. Tribal is the name for 15, does that ring a bell?" he asked, looking up at her. Beatrix's mouth hung open, speechless. After a moment she regained herself.
"Yes, um . . . thank you for your help," she said, turning and quickly exiting the inn. Tribal . . . who the hell was that? She asked herself. She hurried through the streets to the loading platforms, and waited only 10 minutes before boarding a ship to Alexandria.
Invenio - "To discover"
The train arrived in Lindblum a few hours later. Beatrix exited quickly, so if she was spotted by the person it would seem as if she had business there. She quickly hid behind a corner and watched as the person exited the train and immediately headed into town. She followed, keeping a lengthy distance behind them, creeping along in the shadows of the buildings, and saw the cloaked figure enter the inn. She crept up to the door and leaned against the wall next to the doorframe, listening as the person conversed with the innkeeper.
"One room for 3 nights please," the person said in a monotone voice. The rustling of papers could be heard before the innkeeper spoke.
"That'll be 300 gil," he replied, and Beatrix could hear the clinking of money being exchanged.
"Room 15," directed the innkeeper, and footsteps could be heard retreating down the hall. Beatrix glanced a peek around the corner to see the entrance hall empty, and she pushed away from the wall and glided down the hall, making as little noise as possible. She peeked around another corner in time to see a flash of red cloak enter room 15, and the door close quickly behind them. Beatrix lifted a foot to round the corner when a high pitched voice cried out behind her.
"Lady General! Lady General!" a moogle came running down the hall toward her, waving a piece of paper wildly in its short hand.
"Shh!! Mog what are you doing here?" she whispered.
"A letter, Lady General . . . from the Queen! We's been looking for you all day!" she replied, handing the letter to Beatrix. She took it and pulled it open impatiently.
Beatrix-
Blank told me of your hasty run to Lindblum. I hope you have a good explanation for running off when you're needed here. I expect to see you here by nightfall.
-Dagger
Beatrix sighed inwardly, then glanced back at the door to room 15. There was no noise emitting from behind it, and Beatrix guessed it would stay like that for the rest of the day.
"Alright, Mog. Go back and tell her I'll be on the next ship home," Beatrix instructed the moogle.
"Yessum!" she squeaked before running down the hall and out of sight. Beatrix turned to look at the room one last time before turning on her heels and returning to the entrance way. She reached the door when she stopped dead and looked to the desk.
"Excuse me?" she asked the innkeeper.
"Yes Ma'am?" he replied.
"Could you tell me the name in room 15? She's an old friend I haven't seen in years and she just got married. I'm afraid I've forgotten her new last name," Beatrix said, smiling and batting her eyes at the clerk.
"Oh, of uh . . . of course! Let me see . . . " he replied, trailing his finger slowly down the list of occupants.
"Miss, or should I say, Mrs. Tribal is the name for 15, does that ring a bell?" he asked, looking up at her. Beatrix's mouth hung open, speechless. After a moment she regained herself.
"Yes, um . . . thank you for your help," she said, turning and quickly exiting the inn. Tribal . . . who the hell was that? She asked herself. She hurried through the streets to the loading platforms, and waited only 10 minutes before boarding a ship to Alexandria.