Fi-- oh. [ Too quick! ] Aside from Fivera, anything you can carry I guess. Anything shiny, I know I don't need to tell you that. Uhhm. Figurines, statuettes. Remember that wolf statute we found in the Brecilian? Guy I sold that to would definitely buy more.
Hassling brighter minds to do our dirty work. We've a blade about somewhere, if the request need be thematically forceful, but you'd have to tell me which end to point.
[ so he's folded first for pronouns. ]
Between all those terribly flaky sheets, have you happened to spy our budget? The lack of it?
Quite. There are plans afoot — Lady Corinna is organizing an auction of her suspiciously-flattened third-husband's belongings, and I understand that our charming diplomats intend to wheedle her for charity.
Frankly, I'm more concerned with what's on offer. With prices so dear, it's like she's trying to move more than a painting or two. If the old man owned anything of actual value or import, we need to know where it goes. To whom.
[ so that they can definitely legally reacquire it. with all that money they've got. ]
Oh, which sounds more entertaining? I know which desk the letters are in, but we might do better for the glad-handers running their actually invited interference.
[ left on evelyn's desk in the research offices the morning of satinalia is a sheaf of handmade paper, thicker and a bit less uniform than commercially-made but perfectly usable. it's wrapped with a leather cord, from which dangles a wire-wrapped bit of turquoise sea glass. the cord can be used as a necklace, or to bind closed a book, or whatever the industrious mind can conceive.
on top of the paper is a scrap which says Happy Satinalia from your Secret Satina! -E. Tavane, Quartermaster in beautiful calligraphy. ]
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crystal.
Would you like me to bring you anything? Aside from Fivera.
[ Who she will be retrieving. They're not losing another friend. ]
crystal.
[ Too quick. ]
No. They'll still want the knife, won't they? It can't cost them much to keep him around with all their other prisoners.
[ Circling a doom spiral. ]
crystals;
Lady, if you must. I prefer 'Your Grace'.
What are you doing with the Research division, our grace?
[ so he's folded first for pronouns. ]
Between all those terribly flaky sheets, have you happened to spy our budget? The lack of it?
Frankly, I'm more concerned with what's on offer. With prices so dear, it's like she's trying to move more than a painting or two. If the old man owned anything of actual value or import, we need to know where it goes. To whom.
[ so that they can definitely legally reacquire it. with all that money they've got. ]
icon=my face, many tags I know I owe you but this one I didn't realize I'd dropped til I did AC
secret satina
on top of the paper is a scrap which says Happy Satinalia from your Secret Satina! -E. Tavane, Quartermaster in beautiful calligraphy. ]