<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">Walking over to the large window that looked out onto a massive flower garden on the roof of the next building over, property of one of the largest florists in the city, the older woman debated just how much to tell him. But he would need information in order to assist her in this. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">“About a year ago we started having a few minor hiccups. At first I thought it was simply an error in the recordings. A missed zero here, failure to write down a name, A supplier going missing. But digging a little deeper, we begin to realize that it was something more.” </span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff"><br/>
When Limuria turned back to face him, the stern no-nonsense woman was back. The only thing out of place, that simple ponytail and loose strands around her face. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">“There is someone Within Dimir feeding information to people on the outside.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff"> that of admission was a hard one to make. And the more she thought about this, the better it was that she sought outside help. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">“ this issue is within my branch of our home. The we have not been able to trace it because we do not know who we can trust. And I fear the last person investigating this matter may have been dealt with unfavorably. Though we cannot be certain.”</span>