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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cerebral Paladin" data-source="post: 3458511" data-attributes="member: 3448">As the voice left her mind, she sent a message to her companions.  <<Someone is spending platinum in the poor quarter to buy silence.>> <<That has to be one of the masters,>> said Alistair.  <<Do we have a location?>> <<In general terms.  We know a specific inn, near Glor’diadel Help of the Poor.>> <> <<Yup.  One of the masters has to be there, and they’ll surely radiate strong evil.>> <<We’ll wait for dawn, though.  No point in giving them the advantage.>> <<Right.>> Kit re-entered the cell.  “Am I right in assuming that the masters would carry most of their money as platinum?” “Much of it, certainly.  They would not bother with any smaller coins than platinum.”  The Harlequin looked at her, and his eyes narrowed.  “You have a lead on their spending, don’t you?” Kit was resolutely silent. “Most interesting.  We shall see whether you can defeat one of the masters, then.” “Would the masters have warpstone?” asked Dame Brionna.  <<If they do, searching for chaos may be more reliable.>> “I cannot say for sure.  Both masters had warpstone before the taking of the safehouse, but I do not know if they escaped with it.” After a quick mental check on whether there were any further questions, Kit and Dame Brionna left the cell and rejoined Alistair.  As they left the dungeon, the Warden and the priest of Glor’diadel performed some obeisances.  Alistair gave several messages to the priest for delivery; one to the Minister of the Mind, asking him to examine the prisoner and stop the spread of the effect on its arms, and another to priests with instructions to search the area around the inn the following morning.  Alistair also mentally called Stythus to him and asked him to speak to his people about blocking the Fist of the North’s ability to summon air creatures.  With those matters addressed, Alistair returned to bed, and Kit and Dame Brionna returned to their chambers to continue working. A bright and shining morning dawned, two days before the coronation.  Kit awoke to a delivery of flowers, along with a poem that Alistair had hand-written and then had enchanted with a magic mouth so that she would not have to struggle through reading it.  Alistair plagiarized the poem, stealing from all the most classic sources with full awareness that Kit was unlikely to spot the theft.  But while she smiled a little at the display of attention, her anger about the Mirabelle/Anna incident remained-- a few flowers and a little poetry would not make everything better.  Besides, there were new reports to deal with as the Council gathered.</blockquote>

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