When Cass woke up the next morning, he actually felt refreshed. He didn't even mind that Sam had to wake him up a little bit early since Lady Fiona had dropped off quite a bit of paperwork in the morning. He just accepted it, smiling, and ate his breakfast without assistance, his hands able to grip onto a fork as long as the pieces were precut for him.
He was munching away by himself in his office after he had gotten dressed with the help of Sam, reviewing some documents that Lady Fiona had sent over when he started to notice a pattern from the nobles requesting help. They all sounded sincere on the surface, but something just didn't quite feel right about it.
He was reading through two documents that sounded similar, but were written by two different noble families. That was when it clicked.
It was basically copied and pasted.
