Secrets amid the Shards
Twenty Fourth Day of the First Month 294 AC
You consider the matter a long moment, biting back the impulse to accept at once. On the one hand, without Dawnfyre Valaena is far less effective and the dragon itself will be idle for however long it takes to deal with the assassin, but on the other she has proven quite adept at investigations in the past, since long before she even hatched her dragon. You are not just agreeing for the sake of her state of mind, though you will not deny that is part of the reason.
"Very well," you reply by the same manner she had contacted you, before turning back to her father to finish the arrangements including having means of communicating with the Faceless. Lord Velaryon is more than a bit relived when the shadow cat offers to play liaison, perhaps fearing Valaena may otherwise do it.
Regardless, you make sure she returns to Sorcerer's Deep to be better equipped for whatever trials may come before heading off with Ser Richard at your side.
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Twenty Fifth Day of the First Month 294 AC
The two of you travel farther by far than over land and sea. Anchor stone in hand, you bring to mind the dusty city of ruined grace, but not the sky, never the sky. Heaven's Shore is unchanged, crumbling under the shadow of the broken mountain, and yet ever changing, as merchants and travelers from across the planes rub shoulders. The air is alive with the words of countless tongues, melodious and harsh, until it seems almost that from the din some sort of harmony emerges, the heartbeat of a city that may be sickened, but refuses to die.
In the the crooked shadows of the Stacks there are many hidden places. Alcoves and arches left from elder times, delvings of scholars who did not wish to be disturbed in their studies, yet still the echoes travel far, for scholars, be they ever so solitary, always have an ear to the ground about more sources to add to their collections. A faded parchment treated with some manner of glamor showing a chest full of books opening and closing hangs above one of the main archways into the district.
Not a great deal of creativity in drawing, waste of a glamor almost.
Eschyr's Emporium, presents the collection of the late Heronious of Dis, for only the most discerning and well connected scholars, you read. The price of entry requested underneath is barely of note, five thousand marks, just about, though you will have to pay in less conspicuous currency, of course.
Of greater note is that you are expected to offer up a name and realm of origin. Though you doubt anyone will be checking them too thoroughly. After all, while the auctioneer is more concerned with selling for a high price, you should nonetheless give some sort of halfway plausible identity if you plan to buy volumes on necromancy, daemonic lore, and arcanology, not to mention trying to outbid supposed agents of Hell's own treasurer.
Under what guise will you attempt to gain access to the auction?
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OOC: And here we are, not quite at the auction, you need to decide who you will be first. Not yet edited.