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Message: <blockquote data-quote="InVinoVeritas" data-source="post: 5386864" data-attributes="member: 41485">[sblock=Alnar]"Looking to court Maschera, are you?" The elf laughs, a gorgeous peal like a flock of migrating geese on a crisp autumn morning. She places a slender hand on Alnar's chest, feeling his heartbeat. She looks him in the eyes with a playful look and a smirk just a shade malicious. "I've gone through your things," the elf informs Alnar, "and I'll save you the trouble. There is nothing that you could offer Maschera that would endear you to her." With a maudlin mocking tone, she continues, "No, I am quite afraid that someone of your poor, pathetic stature could never possibly prove to have value to the mysterious beauty that is Maschera. You would do best to forget her." She steps out of Alnar's field of vision for a second, returning with a female orc--the driver of last night's carriage. The elf laughs one more time, its tone much darker, as if the crisp autumn morning broke into a sudden snowstorm. "But don't say that Abzienta never had a talent for matchmaking, that she knows nothing of love. Kazzag, here, she would love to get to know someone like yourself." The orc looks Alnar over, a disturbing fondness in her eyes. "I should leave you two to get acquainted. I have a performance to put on." With that, Abzienta leaves.[/sblock] "Well, first, I would like to thank you for your investigation. It sounds like there is a mystery that we will have to get to the bottom of, and so I should first like to pay you for your part thus far." Umberto pulls out a sack of 400 gp and hands it to Nathan for distribution.  "Now, regarding our finances. It is true that House Gabbiano has fallen on hard times, and my dear brother... my dear, late brother... has been known to have a weakness of some type at any given moment. Perhaps it's gambling, or fine wines, or women. Women it is, then. I had gone over our family's ledgers and noticed that he had been taking money from the treasury. No, we still have ample reserves to care for ourselves... myself... just fine. But still, I did not know how or why he was spending, but if this Maschera is involved, I should like to meet with her, as well. "I spoke with Carnemorto maybe a week ago, to approach him regarding the spending. He stormed off in a rage, saying that it's none of my business, that it's his money too, all of the standard signs that he found yet another vice. I spent most of this week touring the gambling-houses, taverns, importers, even a couple brothels looking for some clue as to how he might be spending. I stopped by a jeweler yesterday morning, first thing, and noticed his signet ring right away. The jeweler told me how he came to own the ring, and I ran here to learn more..." Umberto wipes away a tear. "I can't believe he's gone..." The door to the back room opens, and standing in the doorway, pale as a ghost, quivering, is Maschera. "He's gone? My Carnemorto?"</blockquote>

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