<strong>Name:</strong>Alzeggra<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tivvum's Antiquities, Market Ward, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Peregrine, Alzeggra<br/><br/><em>Nobody's inside.  Good.</em><br/><br/>Alzeggra surmised that the merry voice can from elsewhere, yet very close.  She crept into the storeroom, ever advancing towards the magical source certain to be the stolen recorder stones.<br/><br/>Tivvum's Antiquities was an odd shop, to say the least.  Normally the dark elf preferred more orderly and to-the-point stores where she can get in and out with minimal fuss.  But anybody in the know valued the store for its supply of gate keys.  Any planar traveler worth their salt makes it a point to regularly check back here, otherwise journeying across the Great Wheel would be a much more arduous affair.  A brief moment of dread entered Alzeggra's mind at the contemplation of being caught rifling through their belongings and subsequently banned for life, but she swallowed her fears and pressed onward.<br/><br/>The box stood a precarious position, located high above on a shelf surrounded by three other crates.  It would be difficult to move them aside without a ruckus, discounting potential magical security and wards.  Alzeggra weaved her hands in a circular motion and chanted the magical words of silence.  No sooner than the words escaped her mouth that the room fell into an eerie absence of sound.  The breath of her mouth, the ever so slight creak of the floorboards, the distant sounds of customers downstairs, all gone.<br/><br/>Ordinarily being unable to hear is a hindrance, but Alzeggra was imperative that she would not stay here any longer than absolutely necessary.  Unburdened by the risk of noise she climbed the shelf and reached for the top lid of the box.  Black featureless recorder stones, unmistakably stolen from the Festhall, were mixed in among various necklaces gems, rings, and various shining stones.<br/><br/><em>My suspicions proved right!</em>Alzeggra thought.<em>Indeed a thief is using the shop as a front!</em><br/><br/>She pilfered the stones and slid the top over the crate.  Not only did she gain a lead, this evidence could serve as leverage against the owner to cooperate with her and Peregrine.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Meanwhile, in the first floor below, the Asmodian crossed over to the counter satisfied with his findings.  He<em>swore</em>that he spotted Alzeggra in this little shop of sorts.  It made a sort of sense for her to be here, as he did hire her to find a back way into a certain abyssal layer.  Even though he himself was working diligently on the task as well, his infernal masters expected nothing less than sublime precision in this important mission: the stakes are too high, the time frame too short to let this rare opportunity pass by.<br/><br/>And he needed information, one way or the other.  He could confront Alzeggra as she came back down, but that might not be good.  She might have located a relevant portal key, and stole it out from under the owner's nose.  His attention towards her would blow both of their covers.  He did recall hearing two people enter the shop, including the naga.  Perhaps she was her partner.  Yes, it would be far safer and more convenient for all parties if he subtly inquired with her instead.<br/><br/>"Greetings, ma'am," he said to Peregrine.  "I don't mean to interrupt, but I recall seeing you somewhere with my friend some time ago.  If you ever do meet her again, pass along the word that Wreng is in Sigil.  He needs to talk to her about something important, and he travels quite a bit.  I hope she takes up the opportunity at the earliest convenience.  She knows where to find me."<br/><br/>And without a further word he made his way out of the shop.  He took quite a risk just approaching her, and even though he made sure his words sounded innocent he did not know if possible diviners lurked nearby.  If any demons knew of their inquiries, they would have already acted.  Succubi aside, their infamous lack of subtlety made them easy to find at the very least.