ROLEPLAY

Canillia storms into her home.

She has just arrived from Avendale, where she met them:

Filira DucocinnioFilira Frerini sound wife as well as Nilstilar's replacement.
They were conferring about Staeflina's disappearance.

She held back the vindictive remarks that came to mind.
She knew the girl had been kidnapped, but bound by her promise to Ducocinnio she couldn't reveal that nothing had changed.

So she weighed up each piece of information she gave them.

Copal, like a good civil servant, was concerned that she hadn't seen fit to warn the officers of Avalae's security flaws.
How can you expect a city without fortifications to be defensible?

He was surprised when Irkanis The old Fyros stormed his home and molested his family?

None of them cared any more about her "bad habits". The most they could do was pay lip service to her lack of efficiency that time.
Anyway, his Ch'tit frippos aren't fighters, just Eyes and Ears...

Lyssan enters Canillia's office:

_ "Lyssan!

Several things:

• Arrange a discreet meeting with the Ambassador of the Lakes.
• I want to be informed immediately of any new developments concerning the Firm's Gamine situation.
• Where are we with Aelyne?

Everything will be done, Cani.
For Aelyne, according to information from Serae Kyriann: A maid matching Aelyne's description has been located.
She's in and out of D'Ore Altae headquarters every day.
Is there anything we can do?
Nec for the moment.
Anything else, Cani?
_ Nec"

Cinabre placed a black leather purse on his desk, its only contents a little air. He'd lost quite a sum, in the hands of a convict...

Still, he had obtained information about this mysterious "Cirrus" and his accomplice - former accomplice? - member of the Firm.
Serae Liosta Frerini was grateful, because judging by her attitude, she was determined to find her protégé.

"Cirrus"... Cinabre now had an interesting picture of him. Authoritarian and, according to the Bagnard guard, not very talkative, he would report directly to the Tribe's leader, Rocho Anichio...
He laughed for a moment at the absurdity of the situation: he, a young guildmaster from a modest merchant house, was burdened with information that should have been gathered by far more powerful noble houses.

Besides, Cinabre had to find someone to deliver his "harvest" to...

Le Cachot

"Cirrus" beckoned the guard to open the door. Resting his axe against the wall, the big homin took out a bunch of keys from his pocket.
Without a sound, the door opened, revealing a dark, narrow room.
Staeflina rose from her straw mattress in the corner, while "Cirrus" leaned against the opposite wall.


"Keeping quiet won't change your situation, Stae. On the other hand, if you give me a detailed report on the whole period of infiltration, we'll come to an arrangement. You don't want to stay in such a dark room until 'your' Jena decides you've suffered enough, do you?"

The master spy remained silent for a few moments.

"What else can you put on the market besides your release? What do you want in exchange? You know me, I'm not that cruel. I know good information when I hear it..."

The answer he got surprised him, but, he thought inwardly: "After all, if it amuses him..."
Emerging from the cell, "Cirrus" joined his valet, who was waiting at the foot of the tower with his mount.

"You will find me a scroll of the Messages from the Temples of Karavan as soon as possible. Strange as it may seem, our tenant wants some reading material."