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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cerebral Paladin" data-source="post: 3399822" data-attributes="member: 3448">Kit was about to rejoin the interrogation when a neatly groomed young man, dressed in clean but not expensive clothes, approached her.  “Dame Katherine of Lyneham?  I was asked to give you this.”  The boy handed Kit a folded piece of parchment and waited a moment for his tip before leaving without a reply.Kit opened the message and carefully sounded it out.    Kit-- Three of the grain warehouses have been poisoned, and the sacks are about to come into circulation.  These are their locations.  --MShe passed the message on to Alistair, who quickly dispatched guards to each of the warehouses with orders to prevent any of the grain from leaving those warehouses until it had been examined for poison.  With the urgent tasks taken care of, she rejoined the interrogation.As Kit returned to the room, Dame Brionna waited to allow her to ask any new questions.  She began, however, with a question that Alistair had reminded her about.  “What house are you in?”The Harlequin frowned.  “I was of the Cadet House of the Fallen Leaves, but when you join the Society, your house is lost.”“Just to confirm, do you have any safehouses besides the brothels?”“No.  If you have compromised those, we have no safehouses left.”Dame Brionna asked, “Did you have anything planned for the grove where the coronation procession begins?”He smiled coldly.  “No, but we wanted you to think we did.  Many starting places were possible, but only one end place.  Best to target the areas we knew the Archduke would pass through.”“Did you have orders to assassinate anyone besides the Archduke?  Any plans on the Archbishop?”“No.  Your religion is largely meaningless.  There are but two gods; lesser beings do not count.  But… it would not have been taken amiss if we slew the Lady Constance in the process.  I did not see that as likely, however;  I cannot imagine her being particularly close to the Archduke as he approached his coronation.  You take your way of doing things and your gods as seriously as we take ours, and she would not wish close participation in a ritual of your god of light.”Dame Brionna’s eyes flashed with anger at the statements about Glor’diadel, but she bit back a retort.  Having asked the questions they wanted answered, she turned to upholding their side of the bargain.  “What do you wish us to do with your body?”The Harlequin was unperturbed.  “You are beings of honor.  I would ask that you find a place where my bones will bring honor instead of dishonor when you destroy this shell.”“Any preference for how you die?”“Only that I die before the dust begins to take its revenge.”Kit asked in confusion, “The dust?”“For missions such as this, our strength is increased by an infusion of necromantic dust.  Once you have begun, there is no withdrawal.  It does, however, augment your capabilities substantially.”“Where does the dust come from?” asked Dame Brionna.  “How is it made?”“It is created in the Tower of Bones in Krashmere, through necromantic processes I have not studied carefully.”“Did you all use the dust?”“No.  I and the two senior assassins dosed before we came to this place.  Within two days of the coronation, it will begin withdrawal.  It consumes you from the inside out.  The process is said to be exquisitely painful.”</blockquote>

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