
Her Notes
Going out, you notice the small Calandagan sitting by her lonesome, her phone by her side while locked onto her notebook and writing things down vigorously.
She was also mumbling to herself about something, but you couldn't exactly hear what she was mumbling about... but you do here a few words.
York... Ombudsman... if the going...
Maybe you should... go talk to her about it. Up to you of course.