Elissa Gladesmere - Longfinger's Guild Headquarters
Elissa slips in through the door, eyeing the silvery stranger warily. Then she spots her guildleader, an older human male known as Hayman Knapp, seated at an ornate meeting table in the middle of the room.
"Guildmaster." she inclines her head in deference, then moves silently to a standing position on the opposite side of the table where she can keep both Knapp and the woman in view.
"How may I be of assistance?"
Knapp looks at Elissa and sighs. The other elf moves just behind him.
"We've had a very unusual opportunity come up."
"If by unusual you mean dangerous and idiotic," the woman mutters. The Guildmaster looks at her sharply and she looks away. When he turns back to Elissa, he seems unsure of how to proceed.
"There's been... well, an incident. Apparently, there was a burglary of some kind. And it started... problems."
"That have nothing to do with us," the elf retorts.
"You *think* Chelsean."
"I know," she says. "It's what you pay me for. Look," she turns to Elissa. "Parts of the city are going ballistic because of one shopkeeper. For whatever reason, everyone wanted a piece of this guy. The City Watch has their hands full and coincidentally... they're asking us for help."
The elf turns to Knapp, "Which is insane," she says.
Elissa opens and closes her mouth a few times in quick order, trying to fathom just what it is she's walked in to. "The City Watch... is asking us for help to solve a burglary? Use a thief to catch a thief? That is insane!"
It's obvious the silver elf is already agitated about this but the look on her guildmaster's face causes Elissa to pause a moment. "Sir? You've considered this? What could this shopkeeper have had, to cause such an uproar?"
"It's not just a burglary," Hayman looks hard at Chelsean. "It's a murder."
He lets that sink in for a moment as he pours himself a glass of whiskey. Elissa had heard stories of Knapp in his youth, but now he just seems tired. "It's more than a little unusual. We've always had a 'don't ask, don't tell' policy with the Watch. If one of our own is caught, they let them go but this..."
"Apparently this man made something. We're still not clear what, but it was enough to get the guilds rowdy. Now, we've asked... and in some cases spied," Hayman gives a sidelong glance to Chelsean "Our own to see if we were responsible. Everyone is as ignorant as we are."
"Which is happening a lot more often..." Chelsean mutters. Knapp continues. "We don't think we did this. Given the uproar, anyone who did would obviously come here to hide and we would protect them but right now it's not a bad idea getting an idea of what's going on and if it'll come back to haunt us."
"Like sending a thief to be a Watchman's pet?" Chelsean says. "Hayman, this could just as easily be a trap to pull information out of us."
"Which is why I'm sending someone that doesn't know much yet. No offense," he says to Elissa. "She doesn't even know where the real entrance is yet!"
Elissa blinks. That's news to her.
"If it is one of our own, let us know so we can do something about it. Quickly. If it isn't... well that may be helpful as well."
"Just DON'T mention the Guild affiliation," Chelsean snarls. "If they suss it out for themselves, fine. But the last thing this guild needs is to be tied to the Watch explicitly. We won't get a lick of respect if that's the case. We barely do now."
"We both agree on that, Featherhair," Knapp nods. "Elissa, we're a dying breed. If this is maybe a way to keep us viable..."
Knapp shakes his head and downs the rest of his drink. "So..." he looks at Elissa expectantly.
Her interest is sparked by the thoughts of a mystery, but almost immediately dampened at the sight of the tired form of her guildmaster. Hayman is clearly studying her intently, watching for her reaction.
"So..." Elissa muses over the information carefully, "A Shopkeeper makes something, nobody knows what it is, but it's enough that he was killed for it. And all the guilds are screaming, why? What's it to them? What makes this thing so dangerous?"
She looks from Hayman to Chelsean and back again. "To find this out, and more importantly who took it, you want me to join the City Watch. Or rather, they've asked for us to send a member. You want plausible deniability for the Longfingers Guild by sending me, while at the same time not telling any of the Watch where I'm actually from?"
Elissa crosses her arms in frustration. "First lock I pick while investigating, they're going to take me for a major crime family member and throw me in the brig!"
"No one is quite sure, no. It had something to do with writing, but that's all we know."
"I wasn't clear. Sorry, been a long day. Yes, it sounds crazy, but the Watch themselves will know who you are. Or at least some of them will. We just don't want that information disseminated to the public. To them, you're a Longfinger sent on retainer. To the rest of the city, just keep it mum."
"On retainer, huh? At least I'll be able to eat and have a roof over my head. And a regular paycheck! I'm guessing freelancing while on this particular assignment would be frowned upon?" Elissa grins. The sneer she elicits in response from Featherhair kills the levity instantly.
"I'll gather my things together. Which Watchhouse and Captain am I to report to?"
"The Guildsman District. It's been rough there lately, so watch it.
"Use the entrance in Midtown by the bookstore. That's the one we want people to know about anyway," Chelsean smirks.