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Alara watched the byplay with exasperation. The couple were clearly uncomfortable with the interruption, and the noblewoman was going to have no patience with all of this. "Please," offered the Aundairan, addressing the one she judged to be nobility. "My associates are telling the truth when...

Alara nods politely to the Kalashtar, and departs.

Even as she resented the intrusion, Alara wondered if the Kalashtar picked up on her surge of hope at this thought-words. A favor from d'Orien? That might go far indeed in restoring her family's fortunes. She pushed the thought aside and looked to Liutbrand. It was his decision whether to...

Oh gods, thought Alara, He's about to ask if we're the plumbers. "Our satisfied customers have made public statements," Alara allowed carefully. She looked at the distraught d'Orien, then spared a glance at Liutbrand. The former offered no new information and the latter seemed inclined to let...

Alara eyed the Kalashtar. Was he in the employ of d'Orien, or was he a minder? "I am Alara ir'Etrielle," she introduced herself, letting the suffix to her last name announce her aristocratic status rather than resorting to a title. "This is Liutbrand d'Tharashk. Our associates are Ogham...

Alara eyed the guards, and considered the motley group that confronted them. If you can't look official, she thought, sound official. "We are representatives of Discreet Investigations and Security Services, deputized by the Sharn City Watch," the said. "We request an audience with Alden...

Alara picks up the tab for the skycoach, trying to look more blase about it than she is. Noblesse oblige. :-)

Alara was impressed. The kobold and half-orc seemed to have gotten as much as they could have hoped for. "d'Orien may not know some of this," the mage observed. "If we put it to him that these criminals are killing the workers, that might make him worried they'll cross his own kin. Might...

At Korra's words, Alara's eyes slipped to the tiny kobold, then back to the enormous half-orc. It seemed the prisoners would have no trouble guessing which was the good constable and which was the bad constable.

Alara nodded, outwardly seeming cool but satisfied with the terms. But inwardly, hope flared. If someone were risking the wrath of House Orien with a blackmail scheme, there had to be something very valuable involved. Something, perhaps, that might not constitute "evidence". She walked with...

Alara had been monitoring the conversation from off to one side. But rather than addressing the sergeant, she looked carefully at Liutbrand. "I'd be available for another job," she contributed neutrally. There was just a hint of emphasis on that second to last word. She's pushing Liutbrand...

"There was a Shifter there, leading the gang that attacked Coal, but they escaped," Alara adds to Rotom's summary. She offers a brief description of the Shifter. Scrubbing Coal? Well-played!

Alara surveyed the alley with the somber, clinical air of one for whom mass death was once a way of life. As her allies began securing the captives, the Aundairan caught Liutbrand's eye and raised a single finger, indicating he and the others should wait. She walked quickly back the way she...

Alara sized up the situation. The Shifter seemed to be lost in the crowd, and she was surely in no position to catch it. They needed to take the last kobold alive. She readied a spell but held it in check, letting eldritch energy crackle beween the upraised fingers of her hand, eyes locked on...

Alara nodded thanks to her impromptu posse. "He's in the alley," she told them, "Come on!" Pushing forward through the pain of her leg, she reached the end of the alley. She gestured, sending a bolt of fire into the nearest kobold. "It's that shifter, and the kobolds!" she told the charging...

Alara assessed the situation. For a moment, her fingers flexed with the beginnings of a spell, then she hesitated. Years in the cavalry had taught her that there was no magic more powerful than the timely arrival of allies. "Get back to the bar!" She called to the others, running painfully...

The curse Alara mutters owes more to her career as a cavalry soldier than her proper upbringing. She glances back, and sees Korra is already sizing up the room. Well, so be it, the big warrior can play rearguard. She dashes out of the bar after Coal, arriving in the alleyway just in time to...

Alara cocks an eyebrow at Liutbrand's comment, but says simply, "Watch the bottle," and follows Rotom to the table. The Aundairan settles in beside the kobold, wincing at the sight of the notepad and forcing herself not to look at the other patrons. "Are you comfortable talking here?" she...

Alara tried not to start at the sound of her family name, but the sight of the battered crate brought a flood of memories with it. The Aundairan decided on a strategy that would satisfy their mission objectives and allow her a personal indulgence. Carefully neutral, she faced the bartender...

As Ogham chats with Smelt, Alara leans back and scans the bar for other non-warforged among the clientele. [OOC: Looking for any other patrons who are not warforged.] Roll to find non-warforged around the bar: 1D20+2 = [14]+2 = 16