Fen has found her place at Thornmere Waystation. The sorting table is hers, the work is genuine, and the belonging she once doubted is no longer in question. When a commission arrives requiring her particular expertise in formal Aedrath correspondence, it seems like the natural next step - a merchant's business letters, handled with care.
But Fen knows how to read what formal language is designed to conceal. And what the correspondence is carrying, beneath its correct and unremarkable surface, is a threat to everything Thornmere has been for two hundred years.
She didn't choose her training. She chooses what she does with it now.