[Loot finding: Intrigue, 82+22=104.]
[Rolling...]
If you had been able to spend weeks or months on the task as you had when raiding the other Clans, you'd know in advance where to go and what you'd expect to find. With mere minutes to spend before you need to turn around or risk the entire battle, you fall back on luck, guts, and wild guesses. The Eshin settlement seems much more orderly than that of Clan Mors, cleaner than Clan Moudler and less obviously riven by internal intrigue that Clan Skryre, but some things transcend Clan and you go straight for the largest structure you encounter, confident that it will belong to someone important. The room within is a bizarre clash between two rival styles, with one half of the room seeming to aspire to monkish asceticism while
the other is a haphazard sprawl of books and paperwork not much different to that of human bureaucrats and officers you've seen. You empty the shelves that would be at eye-level for a Skaven, reasoning that they'd be the most often consulted ones, and
pile atop those all the paperwork you can haphazardly stack atop each other. Your recent forays had lead you to keeping a hessian bag folded up inside an inner pocket, and you spare the few seconds it takes to stack the books neatly inside it instead of piling them up haphazardly. Opening up the possibility of having an operation go badly because of bulky, difficult-to-carry loot is a rookie mistake.
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Despite your still-lingering sense of unease about exfiltrations, you manage to get out as easily as you got in, and you make your way back to the Citadel with minutes to spare. In the handful of seconds you get before the Ranger reports start coming in, you skim through your loot. Your confidence in learning written Queekish takes a blow until you realize that the books aren't written in it. Cathayan, perhaps?
You put them aside for later and skim instead through the paperwork, which turns out to be a series of updates from various corners of the world, detailing the hidden war within the Under-Empire. You burn with curiousity, but since none of it is immediately applicable, you're likewise forced to put it aside.