Xerona- The Written Word
After the head of the spies exited, Xerona set to work on the two scrolls of parchment on her desk.
"Oh!" The door to her study opened, and Xerona turned around to see who it was. It was her niece, Joy, who had came in. Her parents had died, and Xerona was the only one left in the family who could care for Joy, well, the only one who offered. But Joy was like a daughter to her; her pride and Joy. If she ever died, Joy would take on leadership of P.O.M.A and Serendipity. "Yes, Joy?" Xerona asked.
"Aunt Xerona, you've gotten a letter from one of our stalls. And what is it that you're writing?" Joy asked, handing her an envelope fastened with the P.O.M.A seal. After reading the letter, Xerona answered, "The written word is very powerful, Joy. Remember that." Leading a dumbfounded Joy out of the study and the manor, she said, "We're going to Cerena, on request by the stalls." She wrapped a scarf around Joy's neck as they entered a carriage. "Okay," Joy finally replied inside.
After a careful inspect of Cerena's main P.O.M.A stall, Xerona saw Ezekiel's rant. Giving Joy some money to spend at the local marketplace, Xerona headed closer, close enough to actually hear his words. To her, all Ezekiel spoke was "blah blah blah blah blah....blah!", until this interesting tiny tidbit of information...
Interesting, Xerona thought. I must contact this "false prophet", and meet, along with any other hater of Ezekiel. Ezekiel must be crushed. She went into the marketplace to get Joy.
Meh. If I had a good avatar, this would be worth it.