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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Seyrn Lerramir" data-source="post: 434096" data-attributes="member: 8376">According to SeyrnBelot 6th, afternoon.Seyrn fixed the clasps of the silver cuffs about her ankles. Standing before the full length polished mirror, she appraised herself. Her golden hair fell in cascades from various bejeweled clips, framing her face and falling down past her shoulders to end in soft waves that bounced lightly about her hips as she moved. Her eyes were limned with crushed ant eggs -- a cosmetic reserved mostly for the upper class -- which only served to amplify the magnetism of her emerald green gaze. A little oil upon her lips cause them to shine. With a little pout for effect she was pleased with her appearance.As she was straightening a silken sash under her bosom, a light tapping came to her door. "Come in."The halfling barkeep -- his name always eluded her -- stood there. Quickly and respectfully he spoke, "Miss Seyrn, there is a very tall man here to see you. An Albadian from the looks of him.""What does he want...?" Seyrn added a clip to her hair."He wishes to ... talk with you." The man hesitated a moment, as if he were uncertain of the man's motives.Seyrn chuckled, "How many men come here saying they wish to 'talk' to me? Though he sounds interesting. I'll see him. I shall be out in a moment."Seyrn was true to her word, giving the barkeep enough time to get out there and pass on the announcement of her decision to speak with the man. When she entered the main festhall, she spotted the man that the barkeep must have been talking about. Tall was an understatement, the elf noticed. The man stood a full foot and a half taller than she! Fur accented his boots, he had fair hair and a matching complexion. Things about him seemed to clash in Seyrn's mind, but that only served to amuse her. Introductions were made. This was Rautho, sent by Sazeer. The man began to speak in the open room of the reason he was here and Seyrn cut him off. "Come let us go to my private room." With a silken smile she gestured Rautho and his companion -- a young woman by the name of Izala - on toward her room. With a few whispered words to the barkeep, two of the guards of the festhall accompanied her. She placed one outside her doors, and another just inside the room. "So, what does Sazeer desire of me today?" Seyrn lounged on one of her couches after seating her guests.Rautho related to Seyrn the story of the missing tome, stolen from the Sazashi Warehouse and Sazeer's desires for her to work with a predetermined group that had already been secured. Then the barbarian quoted the offered pay for the job. "75 gold pieces upon delivery, and an additional 200 gold if the thieves are dealt with."Seyrn, relaxed as a cat in a sunny window, paused and lifted a single brow at the man. "Mm. 75 gold? Sazeer must be going daft." The man seemed a little put off by this reaction, and Seyrn could only imagine that every other person that Sazeer had assigned for this task had balked likewise at the offer. With a quick wave of her hand she continued on, "Payment will be discussed later. It is no offense to you, but Sazeer pays me more than that for far more simple jobs. Tell me about this book."It seemed there was little information to begin on. There were no signs of the thief or thieves' passage in the warehouse, no one seemed to know what the book was, who would want it or why. Seyrn frowned. Normally she had at least a scrap to go on. She wasn't exactly a detective. What game was Sazeer at this time? In a short amount of time Seyrn agreed. She would discuss payment matters with Sazeer ... privately. It took some persuading to convince Coto, her employer, to give her the evening off. A little urging and the promise of gold enough to make up for her missed performances ... and she was released for her 'private employment' with Sazeer Meeka. Seyrn smiled to herself as the trio left the Palace of No Veils. This should prove a pleasant distraction.Belot 6th, evening.A mistake had been made in the figuring of income for this particular venture. Perhaps Rautho shouldn't have been put in charge of finances, Seyrn observed. He seemed a little too innocent in the ways of the world to be involved in financial affairs in Shelzar. Nevertheless, it wasn't really her concern. As long as she was paid for services rendered, she didn't care.The group of them - Geb, an aged but well muscled warrior, Izala, Sazeer's official 'observer', Rautho, and Seyrn - used Seyrn's modest home as a gathering point. Once all had readied themselves for a night of investigating, they traveled to the Sazashi Warehouse. The guards had apparently been told to expect them. Seyrn found this somewhat odd, but it only made the job easier.After some time and a few small mishaps (Seyrn vowed to learn a little more about traps and how to bypass them), they had gathered a goodly amount of information. None of it was particularly helpful in guiding them to finding the book they sought, but it was enough to make them question whether or not they wanted to get into the matter too deeply. The book they had been hired to retrieve was none other than the Sworn Book of Chern. Everyone knew that dealings with anything that was once of the Titans' was ... very dangerous to one's well-being. Seyrn seemed to care quite a bit less than the others. A job was a job. And as of yet, she saw no reason not to finish what she'd been hired for. What concern was it of hers where the book came from or where it was headed to? Geb questioned whether they could trust Sazeer in the matter of such a tome. "I trust Sazeer," Seyrn stated with a shrug. "So long as I am useful to him, I can trust him." And it was true. He had hired her many times, and each time was certain she was well paid for her endeavors. She credited her well-off circumstances to her association with Sazeer Meeka. There was little she could not do just by mentioning his name. Most people about Shelzar simply assumed Seyrn was one of Sazeer's "favorite" dancers. Let them think it.Belot 6th, midnight.There was one door Seyrn had not been able to work her way into. The lock upon the door was far too advanced. A design she had never seen before, at that. It was also alarmed, as the group came to find out after one of the guards had burst down the door, having been convinced by Izala that she saw a shadowy form go inside that room and close the door behind it. Seyrn hadn't seen anything, but she wouldn't accuse Izala of lying. The girl seemed to be telling the truth. Seyrn found she didn't particularly care. Mostly because Izala did, after all, get the door opened. Seyrn felt the chill in the room and noted all the chests. "Special spice storage," she remarked, studying the walls. Suddenly a cold snap seemed to take a hold of her. Ice formed over her skin. Her left arm in particular stung as if thousands of ice needles had been shoved into her skin. She let out a small yelp of pain and doubled over. Noticing the elf was covered in a layer of frost, the others hurriedly removed her from the room. As the others stood about discussing what had just happened, Seyrn began to hear the sound of many booted feet coming down the road. After a moment, she had discerned they were coming toward the warehouse."Uh oh."</blockquote>

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