Patrolling.

Mission Details
Nix’s progress report, a handwritten assessment, which could be found on Mizukage’s desk, detailed the components of her successful academic tutelage. Queries from House Pendragon about her aptitude and her current level of expertise based on the curriculum had been made and formally stacked beside her academy records. Although, upon introspection from the evaluator, the squire elected to omit her current thoughts, there was found to be no deviation from conformity. Expectations from both patrons were exceedingly high. House Pendragon and the village hidden in the mist, maintained correspondence, civility and diligence where Nix was concerned. The young woman was now recognised to be a citizen, and both factions were happy to facilitate her growth. Her stipend, and mission rewards that went towards general commerce, were graciously accepted by merchants. They enquired about her journey so far, and while not being dishonest, she addressed their curiosity with varying levels of courtesy.

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Nix found herself regaining focus, her consciousness a lidless eye through the night. Sleepless, and with a dwindlingly finite amount of sanity, she persevered. Seamlessly Nix dragged a hand through her crimson hair, weaving around a snag that her hairbrush had missed. Breakfast consisted of two poached eggs whose golden yolks threatened to spill with the subtlest nudge. Accompanying was a slice of toast, a rustic piece of bread that had been generously buttered. Sesame seeds adorned the delicate golden brown bread, which she sliced into two crunchy triangles. After finishing her breakfast, she couldn't help but detect the lingering, savoury delight of the peppercorn upon her lips. A subtle spice that had altered the meal spectacularly. Pepper, charred to perfection and expertly blended with just the right amount of heat. Each grain embodied the warmth of a sun-drenched kitchen. As Nix ran her tongue over her teeth, she savoured remnants of those meagre morsels, each bite wrapped in the comforting embrace of a charming smile.

She was clothed in casual attire, consisting of a shirt saturated by ink and paint, and pants of a similar distinction. Nix reported to the headquarters, her next mission was to become acquainted with the nuances of patrolling the village. Familiarizing herself with the environment was paramount to her qualms. The denizens of the office displayed a generally welcoming demeanour; however, there remained some lingering aspects of the challenging history associated with the bloody mist. Particularly, the administration process was rigid and old-fashioned, with clerical labour designed to allay even the most scholarly civilian. Paperwork relative to the nature of their work lined the walls. This was the place where scrolls of parchment, missions and rudimentary information were etched into papyrus. Their contents remained a mystery, and Nix found no reason to linger or tarry. If one may elect to find Nix, she’d be found leisurely roaming through the halls of the administration building.

Word Count: 472/1000
Nix’s Statistics