<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/B143ef625b323da0d34435cd3e5e1b52c4f8f117d8dae1a6b1c080fcfcb73d6c.jpg)</div><strong>Sanja</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1iaJaDaJ8DzyYgO_Xkca8Jc0KFS-Jg0BmdAGbEDhr9-o/edit)<br/><strong>Atasha</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1pwcX1ZfZDJlrcWxwT8gAHB-Xb4Q5S7bjOEitGW-Hl78/edit)<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7d/V%27neef_Briar_Rose.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Sanja was one of the closed off sections of the Manse with her friend Atasha when word began to spread of ships washed ashore.  The two scantily clad girls were on their guard, but not terribly concerned.  They'd been through this particular part of the manse's depths several times before and had already disabled most of the traps, slain or driven off dangerous vermin.  It had been a series of workshops for sorcerer-technicians before it was abandoned three centuries before the Contagion—probably initially because of a simple power failure.<br/><br/>The air aspect gave a sudden, excited bounce after moving a table aside.  “Hey, Atasha!  Bring a light!  I found a secured cupboard.  Maybe there's something in here Spark can use to finish fixing the Implosion Bow, and if not, well, I'm sure the Quartermaster's will be happy with whatever we bring them!<br/><br/>The svelte girl with some silver in her chestnut hair hurried over with a bulls eye lantern.  Sanja showed her exactly where to shine the light on the cupboard, then she tucked her Hyperion key into her cleavage.  Pulling some lock picks out of think hair, she held three between her teeth and got to work with two others...