<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">Limuria raised an eyebrow, but gave no other indication of her emotions, despite wanting to reach across the table and take a fist full of his hair, perhaps use it as leverage to bash his face against the hardwood surface. She knew the woman far better than he did, knowing her darker secrets. The two women shared a great deal, Limuria having been the one who had brought her into the organization, though there were few who even knew that. She straightened up, the bored expression sliding off her face as though the conversation had finally become interesting enough for her to join in. <br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">“each of us has our favorites amongst our lessers, of course.” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">she said plainly, resting her elbows on the table and interlocking her fingers beneath her chin. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">“Suffice it to say that I have enough proof to convince me that she did no such thing. Something happened to her, at least two weeks back. Something that caused her to believe she was not returning any time soon. I have in my care one of her few prized possessions, something she would not have left behind if she’d fled. And it came into my care precisely because she believed she was in grave danger.” </span><br/><br/>The other masters looked between each other, some seeming sceptical at first, but knowing what she spoke made sense. All of them had their contingencies for handling such matters, and often they did involve one or two others that they trusted. Limuria had nothing to gain from being dishonest about this, and by the end of it, most of them were nodding in agreement with her.