<strong>Name:</strong>Alzeggra<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Bazaar, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Alzeggra, Peregrine<br/><br/>Peregrine's new form was beautiful to behold.  Not that her original wasn't, but her dark scales reflected nicely off the ambient light.  They must be smooth to the touch, and Alzeggra fantasized about running her fingers along her length.<br/><br/>"Well, first we should try going into the shop and pretend to browse," she said, looking thoughtfully over to the tower.  "Look for any oddities in the area, people acting unusually or suspicious characters.  Financial blackmail could be useful if we do find anything amiss in their records, although I don't think they'll just hand over their records to just anyone.  We'll need a convincing cover story for that dilemma."<br/><br/>A red-robed humanoid figure passed into the shop, the distinctive pentagrams on the back marking him as a devotee of Asmodeus.  Despite no deity claiming a stronghold over Sigil, it was nonetheless friendly to most faiths which didn't upset the power balance.  Even worshipers of evil gods didn't elicit cause for alarm like they did in so many other worlds.<br/><br/>"I have an idea," Alzeggra said.  "You can pose as a Fated trader seeking a business deal.  Appeal to the owner's greed, offer promises of tax-exemption and hidden trade routes through the Planes.  This can be a good precedent for getting him to disclose financial details; just make it seem like you're being pragmatic and act impressed at his capital.  Surely a shopkeeper of the Bazaar's most distinctive building has a big enough ego to match."<br/><br/>She licked her fingers as she finished off the last piece bread, smiling.  "While you're doing that, I'll be scouting the area.  It would be great if you got him to turn over his records, but I will need enough time, so try to keep him at the front desk if you can."<br/><br/>The shop's interior would ordinarily be quite large, except the cluttered and haphazard arrangement of shelves made for a cramped and uncomfortable experience.  Strange and macabre objects bunched together with little rhyme or reason, no visible signs indicating either their price or purpose.  Even the flickering orbs of continual flame situated in the corners were not enough to illuminate the shop's entirety.  A colony of eyes swimming in a jar trailed the path of the two newcomers.  Alzeggra took a shawl off from a hanging chair and tossed it over the jar.<em>Not the first time I've had to deal with voyeurs.</em><br/><br/>The red-robed Asmodean busily arranged a set of dark seeds on a shelf, carefully analyzing each one.  He appeared too busy to notice Alzeggra's presence.  "Hmm, druidic make.  Not exactly what I was looking for."<br/><br/>The voice was at once all too familiar.  This man's dress was different enough the first time they had met about the business regarding the Shadow Plane.  Doubtlessly he'd ask her long, detailed questions about the research and leads, neither of which met with significant progress.<br/><br/><em>Shit, now I'll need to look out for him <strong>and</strong> any guards in this shop!</em><br/><br/>He passed by to the next aisle, unaware of the dark elf under the table mere feet away from him.