Tanya
**Maven was in her travel gear... A cloth coat and hood, with gambeson padding underneath. Maul was with her, holding a torch for her to see the path of the slick, dank cave. She was investigating a rumor... Something useful, perhaps.**
Yvonne
*There was a wooden sign deeper into the cave. "The Panopticon. Daedra Welcome." Odd. There was a greenish hue to everything the deeper they got.*
Tanya
**Maven snatches the torch from Maul.**

"Go back to the entrance. Keep watch."

**Maul doesn't say another word. He doesn't even complain about having to walk back in the dark. Maven continues further into the depths, bringing down her hood and straightening out her hair in one hand.**
Yvonne
*Ominous was the word. Very ominous. Rock walls turned darker, until they were covered with a black, web-like substance. She would emerge in a center cavern, lit by green candles. Around were shelves carved from stone, with Watchlings organizing books all around.*
Tanya
**Maven brings a finger to some of the webbing, scooping it up and rubbing it between a thumb. She had simple leather gloves on, keeping her from potentially poisoning herself if the webbing was dangerous.**
Yvonne
*It was very sturdy, it wasn't like a normal spider web. The sound of something large, with multiple legs, skittered down from the ceiling.*

"I have not received visitors in... Quite some time. What is it you seek?..."

*Before her was a Spider Daedra, a Very large one. The details of her weren't very visible, but her green, cephalopod eyes were practically piercing Mavens soul.*
Tanya
**Maven knew how to hide her fear and maintain composure. But even still, a lump had grown into her throat that she simply kept swallowed.**

"I take it this cave doesn't see much use then... A miracle, that I found something useful in it based on conjecture."
Yvonne
*She frowned.*

"I have clients which my Watchlings provide for. Physical visits are rare."

*She moved near one of the candles. Her face had fangs coming from the side, and her skin was a pearlescent deep, inky green.*

"And you are?"
Tanya
**She gives a little smile, watching the... Watchlings, scutter about.**

"If you are indeed a trader of secrets as I have heard... Then perhaps you already know who I am."

**Maven glances at Wrye to read her as best she can through the darkness.**
Yvonne
"Hrmmmmmm... Black-Briar, yes. I've heard of you."

*She put her hand under her chin, her nails were long, green, sort of crystalline.*

"What would bring someone of such power here?"
Tanya
"Why would anyone else come to this damp, webbed hole? Information, or your charms, perhaps."

**Maven decided this time a friendlier approach would suffice for a daedra. She isn't much experienced with these sorts of entities.**
Yvonne
"Flattering. I may have what you seek. But knowledge has it's price."

*She turned around. There was a "Desk" Of sorts at the other end of the room. Around it were piled of hand written books. Every step she took with one of her legs was like a sword stabbing the ground.*
Tanya
"I'd expect nothing less."

**She follows Wrye closely, taking a glimpse at the vast arrays of books she has collected. Not paritcularly reading, but drinking it in. She brushes some webbing off from her shoulder.**
Yvonne
*There was an actual, real lantern on this desk. She had a bit of a librarian look, she wasn't the ridiculously attractive conventional spider daedra. She adjusted the glasses on her face, and opened a Ledger.*

"If it's a person, give me a Name. There will be something on everyone, but deep secrets on few."
Tanya
"Having a drought of information, are we? I'd expect a daedra of all things to have a bit more... Intimate knowledge."

**Maven eyes the spider woman up and down, standing on the other side of the desk. She taps a foot... Thinking.**

"Firstly... What information do you have on -me-?"

**Maven had to know this first and foremost... To discern how much of a threat this being was to her. And how much she could barter.**
Yvonne
"There are things not even Hermaeus Mora knows. I am a keeper of Secrets *Known*."

*She snapped her fingers and a Watchling brought her a book. It was bound in Solidified webs, solid black, with a seal burned into it of a tentacled creature. At the top of the cover, "MAVEN BLACK-BRIAR"*

"Maven Black-Briar. Mother of Hemming, Ingun, and Sibbi Black-Briar. Considered by many the True head of riften. Heavily tied with the Thieves Guild and Dark Brotherhood, and has ordered at least two assasinations. Owns the Meadery, which is the Economic heart of riften. Rumored to have killed her Spouse."

*She shut the book, setting it to the side, and tapped her fingers on the desk.*
Tanya
**Maven smirks. Good. Rumor, hearsay. Things that produce reasonable doubt. Nothing she doesn't already tout to those who make her angry.**

"Hmm..." **Maven glances around for a chair or somewhere to seat herself on the other side of the desk.** "So, what do you seek in exchange for knowledge on others, then? Secrets for secrets, I presume?"
Yvonne
*There was a chair nearby. Made of steel, looked very apocryphal.*

"Secrets for Secrets. An even Trade, in accordance to your withdrawal."

*Despite the nature of the circumstance, it sort of just felt like a normal transaction. Except of course, there was an imbalance of power. Maven had no room to bargain beyond Wrye's limits.*
Tanya
"And you are the one who dictates that value then. Hmm..."

**Maven helps herself to the seat, sitting upright. The fact that she was speaking to a giant spider woman was starting to fade from her mind. She was entering her element now; making deals.**

"Perhaps we can make an arrangement. One that gives more than demands from you."
Yvonne
"Oh? And what might that be?"

*She awaited a response. The value of anything in her collection could be swayed on a whim by how much a mortal entertained her with their bargaining. She likes it when people try to make arrangements.*
Tanya
"I have a vast array of informants that keep me in-touch with citizenry of Riften, and others... Powerful political allies, enemies, rabble, idiots... A lot of information to feed. Many secrets to add to your collection."

**Maven nods, bringing a leg over the other, and her hands resting on the knee.**

"I can keep a fairly steady stream of information funneled to you. A sort of... Down payment. After the value of the information is calculated, I can come in and obtain information on whatever or whomever I deem, based on the amount that's been funneled."
Yvonne
*She thought. She would accept this, under one condition.*

"One Secret, Normally i would copy the contents of your Memory and write it into a Dossier, as i have done with others, I only ask you tell me one thing that no other's know. Then I will accept this."

*She smiled, her pupils widened, they were less squigly now.*
Tanya
**Maven narrows her eyes a bit. She had to be careful which secret she gave. Anything she gave to Wyre could be accessed by someone else.**

"I can tell you *Why* I imprisoned my own son, Sibbi."
Yvonne
*Her head immediately affixed itself directly at maven. Her pupils narrowed, and her actual eyeball rippled like a cuttlefish would camouflaging.*

"Tell me."

*Her voice was a little deeper, more tired sounding. Not exactly like her God, but an emulation of his manner of speech.*
Tanya
"That idiot killed someone. Some whore's brother he was fiddling around with. Her brother accused Sibbi of being unfaithful, and the fool killed him."

**Maven huffs.**

"I had him jailed to mitigate these damages."
Yvonne
*She blinked, all 8 of her eyes, a long, slow blink.*

"Good... Yes, that will do nicely. I may uphold my end of the bargain, who do you wish to Know about?"

*She had switched rapidly from that state when she was speaking differently, it was unnerving, as though it was a separate entity when it wasnt.*
Tanya
**Maven thought for a moment.**

"There was some sort of... Telvanni mage in Riften earlier this week. But, I don't have a name."

**She taps her chin.**

"Regulus Verus if you have nothing on the mage."
Yvonne
"Indras... He is a Frequent client. Him and the other Telvanni, Byleth. Both have been here."

*She extended the S on the end of every word that ended with one. It was just the way she spoke. A watchling brought over a very large tome. Indras Demnevanni. It was the comprehensive history of his life. Slavery, Murder, his bedroom activities, every imaginable type of Blackmail was in here.*

"If you wanted to, I would tell some of the Saxhleel in the city about his Slave Ownership, he would be hated by them. But he isn't very fond of them either. I have nothing on a "Regulus", but it sounds very familiar..."
Tanya
**Maven raises a brow.**

"Nothing on Regulus? That is... Unusual, no?"
Yvonne
"It is... But its not unheard of. Most likely a clerical error by the Watchlings. I have a... Regulia? Regkyr? Nothing else."

*She frowned... It was odd, even to her.*
Tanya
**Maven quietly makes note of this, but mentions nothing for now.**

"Back to the Telvanni. Can you tell me something he cherishes?"
Yvonne
"Bantam Guar. He has a small roost of them. Were something to happen, it would infuriate him."

*He would likely come to kill Maven, but in such a fit of rage, he would take no care for the Civilians around.*

"He also likes to wear Dresses."

*She closed the book.*

"You are free to keep this, i will make a new copy shortly."
Tanya
**She raises a brow.**

"The entire book? No strings attached, besides that I keep my end of the bargain in this arrangement?"
Yvonne
"Yes, these reproductions mean nothing to me. I can always write a new one."

*The book was about 5 inches thick, it was 300 year worth of someones life, down to tiny details.*