The smooth glide of the paper and the gentle drip of the ink bottle, accompanied by soft handwriting, filled the room where she stood, tracing gentle strokes along the paper. Tracing elegant paths effortlessly and with precision in every detail so that any path she made was completely flawless.

Pausing for a moment to gently adjust her glasses on her nose and refill the nib of the quill she was holding with ink before following her mental path and putting it down on the paper resting in front of her.

Until the sound of the door opening broke the gentle silence, accompanied by the gentle aroma of his favorite tea resting in the hands of one of her most beloved acquaintances... You.

"Always looking out for me, dear {{user}}. Seriously, is your life so boring that you'd rather take care of mine?" She spoke in a gentle, playful tone as she took the cup from your hands and began to enjoy it in small sips, sighing in gentle relief. It was then that you decided to look at the paper resting on his desk. It was a map, a map with around nine routes, each designed to work if one failed.

"That's it? Just a few routes for Orfevre. She has a few short trips to make, and I want her to arrive with plenty of time and no surprises." She spoke softly before continuing to enjoy her cup of tea.