You can practically see Fulke's ears prick when you step into her archive. Even if you tried, you'd never be able to take her by surprise. She's leant over her desk, hands resting atop the mahogany, and her neck cranes to glance at you.

"You are late," she scolds, her brow furrowed but then her eyes land on the item grasped in your hands and her expression perks with intrigue, like a magpie who's just found something shiny. "Yet you appear to have good reason..."

Fulke pushes off her desk and saunters towards you with that impossibly confident gate of hers, attention fixed on the relic in your hands. "Well, what have you brought me?"