<strong>Name:</strong>Alzeggra<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Corridors near Erin Montgomery's Quarters, Civic Festhall, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Peregrine, Alzeggra<br/><br/>"The entire Society?  No.  It's more of an impromptu system me and a few others have worked out in case secrecy becomes a necessity.  As a devotee of Fharlanghn, I've learned that you can't just carve out a wide path somewhere for everyone to see.  'All roads lead to you, but don't advertise it' was a common saying by Brother Bjartr."<br/><br/>Alzeggra smiled at her memories with her traveling companion.  "It wasn't very often one ran into a fire giant cleric of the God of Roads, especially since his people had a habit of wiping out any traces of apostasy from the god Surtr.  Sometimes I wondered if it was a common saying among the clergy, or his size made him realize the need for subtlety."  She laughed a little at this.  "A giant and drow traveling together led to a lot of misunderstandings, to put it lightly.  One more reason I like Sigil so much; no matter how much you might stick out, people are unfazed because there's always something stranger around the corner."<br/><br/>It was an odd thing to say, but it did have a hint of truth to it.  This truth became reality once she and Peregrine stepped out the front gate and onto the twisting streets of the Festhall District.  Surrounding the grand Festhall were endless rows of theaters, eateries, and homes-turned-shops where down on their luck artists sold their creations to passing Sensates and anyone else interested in the arts.  Every so often Alzeggra spotted a Harmonium guard looking utterly out of place amid the throngs of wandering performers and street shows passing through town.  A lillend flying through the air briefly slowed her course to quizzically look at the armored figures who did not seem to be joining in the fun.<br/><br/>"I kind of feel bad for them," Alzeggra said to Perrin.  "They have to stay vigilant to find the murderer, all the while surrounded by these crowds.  And their presence is putting a damper on people's fun.  Either way they lose."<br/><br/>The pair spotted the green marble tower of Tivvum's Antiquities before they set foot into the Bazaar proper.  Even a newcomer to the City of Doors couldn't miss the building standing proud above the twisting streets and shops of the Market Ward.<br/><br/>"Alright," Alzeggra said when they came within a block of the store.  "We'll pose as customers.  It's unlikely that whoever's dealing in purloined recorder stones is going to display them openly, or if the shop owner's even aware of this."<br/><br/>Alzeggra broke a bread loaf she bought from a stall on the way over in half and offered it to Perrin.  "By the way, how skilled are you in matters of espionage?  Lockpicking, divination and illusion magic, that kind of stuff.  I'll need to know so that we can formulate a plan."