<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/lP3A64G.png)</div><br/>"You won't have to worry about being discrete with the man. He's the one who put out the quest in the first place" she explained to Peaches when she suggested not mentioning his daughter, or themselves, "And he's not likely to give you any the time of day unless he knows you're there to find his daughter. There's really no need to be subversive here..." she said, hoping the gang wouldn't go and complicate things...again...<br/><br/>Cass'andra blushed at the implication that she would snatch the daughter's body to revive her, "w-what? come now. I'm a necromancer with some standards. I don't go around reviving just anyone" she denied. Of course the real reason wasn't so much about "standards" as it was a limit of her abilities. There were only so many people she could only maintain the resurrection spell on at once, for now at least..."but...well...maybe..." she mused, eying them all up and down, as if debating which one she'd be willing to give up in order to raise the rich girl instead, "a-anyways, you guys should probably get going"<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center">Location: Coins District <br/>(https://i.imgur.com/WrDpaXI.jpg)</div><br/>Once the group had gotten all their preparations in order, they made their way out to the illustrious Coins District. The Coins District was, as the name suggested, was where most of the city's gold rested, outside of the royal treasury of course. However this was not to be mistaken with the markets or merchant districts. This wasn't where gold was earned or spent, but where it was hoarded, locked away within the vaults of wealthy merchants and privileged  nobles. While the streets weren't literally paved with gold, this section of the city always seemed to enjoy a sunnier glow than the rest, and as the group weaved their way through the streets, passing by casually chatting elites draped in finery, one thing became abundantly clear...they did not belong here. It was unlikely the group could afford anything sold in a place like this. Even a glass of honey water from a nearby cart might be beyond their budget. When surrounded by all this opulence, the crippling weight of their own poverty became even more oppressive.<br/><br/>If there was any mercy to be found, it was that the trip to Lord Blackcrest's manor was relatively short, not having to shamble their penniless corpses too deep into the district, much to the relief of all those allergic to the miserable stench of the poor. The Blackcrest estate was a towering, red-roofed mansion. It was a beautiful home, but to Valna in particular it was almost entrancing. The tall vines rising up the outer walls were simply meant to be scaled, it's many windows were like a maiden's thighs, so easy to force open, and she could practically hear the expensive furnishings and jewelry inside calling out to her, begging to be stolen.<br/><br/>Of course she wasn't here to steal anything, or at least she shouldn't be. They had a quest to complete. Should the group approach the manor directly and knock on the door, they would be greeted by seasoned visage of an old butler, "Mmmnyes? How may I..." he paused as his eyes glanced over the group, brow furrowing "...help you" he said, his inviting tone immediately replaced with one of annoyance, fearing he would have to shoo away another group of beggars.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/MGigRdw.jpg)</div>