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Claire is running late today. She is not to blame for the delay, however. She had passed the requests in due time, yet the bureaucracy can't seem to process it fast enough for it to arrive on time. And so she had to do several follow-ups, returning to the HQ thrice a day, just to make sure her case is moving.

Gale Valley is just one station away now. Claire stretches her numb muscles from the two-hour long train ride from Sundial to Gale Valley. She then stands up, shoulders her bag, and makes her way to the nearest train door. On the way she checks her belongings to see if everything is still intact. Clothes, food, cash, request... or, to be accurate, the information about the case of Aranea Chauderon.

It isn't much help. Investigations brought the Knights to Gale Valley, and there they are able to pinpoint possible witnesses and sketch several landscapes where it is believed that the carriage passed through. She and her companion have something to start with, in turn saving more time and energy, at least compared to when they have no lead at all. The first thing they have to do is to ask around, and if they're lucky, they would find a break today and continue the rest of the mission tomorrow.

The train halts, the doors open, and Claire is out. She is greeted with an overcast sky, and she wonders when it will pour. Hopefully not for a while.

Claire makes her way to the designated meet-up point she and her partner had agreed upon. They had been sending messages through courier pigeons, so they are able to make arrangements without actually meeting. She knows his name, for one, but that's all to it. She has no idea what he looks like, but she believes, firmly, that she'd know once they meet.

The place is supposed to be a commercial point, a coffee shop to be exact, at the heart of Gale Valley's most populated town, but apparently it is empty. Maybe it is because of the storm, Claire thinks, opening the door. The illusioned wind chimes sounded, and the elderly couple at the counter greets her with a polite bow. Claire gives them a curt nod before scanning the area. Claire sees him instantly. His pink glow is quite the odd color in such a dreary place.

"JP?" she asks. "It's Claire. Sorry I'm late, I had to get some documents."

She then pulls out a bunch of scrolls from her bag and sets it on the table, sliding into your DMs it across the table to the male. "You might want to take a look at this. It's all the information we have so far."