<strong>Name:</strong>Alzeggra<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Erin Montgomery's Quarters, Civic Festhall, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Perrin, Alzeggra<br/><br/>"I did what I could," Alzeggra said to Perrin.  "By the way, I don't believe that I caught your name.  It would be nice to know in the future so I can personalize my future retorts.  And don't try to give me a false answer, I will find out the truth eventually."<br/><br/>Darkflame's information did not sit well with her.  Future access to the body would be securely guarded in the Dustmen's Mortuary, and their relationship with the Sensates was strained at best.  But having more leeway in the pursuit of Nilassa's murderer was always welcome, even if the Society didn't have as much legal clout as the more lawful factions.  "I'd be more than happy to assist you," Alzeggra said.<br/><br/>The dancing grass felt nice on Alzeggra's bare feet; where she expected a tickle she received soft, soothing sensations.  The inner chambers of the Sanctum Sensorium were beautiful in their own way, although Alzeggra perceived its wonders differently than others.  To the untrained eye, the pastoral landscape would be a seamless portrait to the unbound wonders of nature.  But to a planar traveler who had ventured far, from the alpine glades of Arcadia to the abyssal beauty of Shendilavri's forests, it looked more like a patchwork quilt taking the best traits of every little layer from the Great Wheel to make a greater whole.  Alzeggra smiled as she spotted the arch of living coral rising and writhing from the nearby pond.  Some time ago she acquired such a specimen while traversing the River Oceanus, and it was heartening to know that her gifts were appreciated.<br/><br/>The ambiance of the room was enough to take Alzeggra's mind off of the business at hand and just bask in the radiance, but her mind was pulled back to full attention by the presence of another.  Something foreign.  Darkflame's question of the recording stones immediately brought to mind the one she had in her pocket, the trapped replica.  She told the naga of it, but not her.  Alzeggra produced the stone, if only to end the inquisitive stare.<br/><br/>"I believe that the recording stone theft was part of setting up a trap," she said.  "I found this lying on the ground near the body, possessed of the same lingering magic which brought an end to her life."