Adrienne reached over to sprinkle a spoonful of brown sugar into her porridge and took a sip from her goblet. "Pockets..." she repeated again, furrowing her brow and reflection on the previous day as Aristide took the paper from her.

"Artemis was acting odd yesterday, now that I think about it." she said, stirring her porridge, and glancing over at him. "She kept meowing and leading me onto the strangest paths around the castle. I thought she was playing a game." Adrienne thought of how the cat had wound this way and that throughout the halls, avoiding certain areas that didn't have anything in them.