Week sometime in March, Freida's room

[watchwight]

If I am to best proceed with this matter, best I wait until she is alone, the Sluagh thinks to himself. He's waited patiently in the shadows until he sees Spindle leave. A few long slow heartbeats, and Vincent moves towards her door, trying to hold to his courage as he does so.

Raising his pale hand, he knocks thrice on her door, his nervousness making him knock just a tad loudly.