Nikki passed by the dusty shelves, making her way to the table where Arnim sat, his eyes scrutinizing even more documents.
"Any luck?" she asked.
He grunted in annoyance and looked up. "The records here are badly kept," he griped. "It"s a miracle I can read any of them."
"Who entered them?" she asked.
"An illiterate, by the looks of it. I"d have an easier time trying to talk to a dead man."
"What is it you"re trying to read?"
"The records for the Wincaster Foot," Arnim replied, "specifically, the fifth company."
"That was the one Gerald was attached to?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied. He looked at her a moment, considering his words. "I"m sorry I barked," he finally said, "but I"m finding the lack of progress distressing."
"I understand," Nikki said, "perhaps I can help?"
"How?"
