Dusk had arrived, and the area around Scarlet’s building bustled with life. The sounds of the city swelled around her—voices, footsteps, the creak of carts. Laundry carts were being dispatched, their bells ringing pleasantly in the cooling air. Each cart had its own distinct bell, so people knew which one was approaching by sound alone. For those with hearing difficulties, neighbors were already helping, alerting them to the carts’ arrival. Scarlet watched as people emerged, handing off bags and tagged bundles to be loaded up.
Her own servants could be heard running up and down the stairs, gathering their wash. Food carts, too, were beginning to settle into their designated spots as people lined up with vouchers for a free meal. Scarlet frowned at the scene. She hated the notion of a corporate-run town, but Sniffles had insisted. It served its purpose.
A flutter of movement caught her eye—an unfamiliar pigeon heading for her aviary. Her brow furrowed. She made her way up just in time to see one of her people gently place the bird in front of food and water, carefully untying the missive. They handed it to her with a nod, and Scarlet thanked them before retreating to her room, securing the door behind her.
The message had already been encoded, but decoding it was routine. After reading it, she let out a long sigh, the weight of its contents settling in. She moved through her well-practiced motions—destroying evidence, planning her next steps, and then allowing herself a night’s rest before executing the updated plan. She fed the papers into the fire, watching them blacken and curl. Stirring the ashes with a poker, she tossed in a few sticks to mask the ashes, then added another log for good measure.
With the room's wards undone, she finally slumped into her rocking chair, staring into the fire. The plans were moving forward, but now with more clarity. Knowing how much money she’d need to sink into this endeavor was unexpected, but a relief. It would make things easier. Yawning, Scarlet settled back, deciding to let herself doze off in front of the fire. Dreams would carry her, and tomorrow, the updated plan would continue.