noblility

 A very old, battered and what was once a little black book, but now mostly faded back to a pale, tamer sort of gray book were found on a desk in a hidden location somewhere in Undercity, its contents exposed, pages filled with neat, formal handwriting torn out in places or blotted out, with one freshly inked entry. 

Dear Diary. There was a slient pause, as the next words filled a few lines after the title

It's been a while. There has been so many things happening, since the last entry, that I have had not managed to fill the pages with, and it would be far too much to fill the pages, and not only that, there are things I'd rather forget.

Under the searing hot midday sun I stood on the roof of a building, considering the distance to the next house. I was dressed in a light cloth shirt and pants, with leather padding on the elbows and knees. Leather boots and fingerless leather gloves completed my city-scaling outfit. Despite weeks of intense training, or running around that I fancied to be training, I didn’t trust my strength to carry me across. Instead I turned to my right, climbed a stack of crates, granting me access to a wooden overhang, from which I could jump to the next building. I managed to grab the ledge and clambered up. I stood up and looked back victoriously. I was nowhere near the level of the man in white, but I had come a long way, especially for a spoiled noblewoman. In the beginning my father expressed his distaste at his daughter running around on the rooftops of the wretched quarter. However, he once again relented eventually.