<strong>Name:</strong>Alzeggra<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tivvum's Antiquities, Market Ward, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Perrin, Alzeggra<br/><br/>Alzeggra rushed towards the stairs as quickly as she could remain silent before anyone spotted her.  Peregrine's conversation with the man behind the counter appeared successfully distracting, and the Asmodean (known only to her as 'merely a representative for an interested party') had his back to her.  Not that it mattered, as the numerous crates, shelves, and assorted bric-a-brac gave plenty of opportunities for cover.  The velvet rope blocking the stairs appeared so pitiful a security measure that she softly cast a spell of magical detection before moving upwards.<br/><br/>There was magic indeed, but nothing on the rope or stairs in particular.  The entire shop lit with auras, from protective abjurations to dark necromancy, of magnitudes both great and small.  She knew that recording stones emanated illusions, specifically phantasms.  There were many different forms of sensory magic: ones which imparted false sensations, ones which drew pseudo-real constructs from the Plane of Shadow, ones which altered existing sensations, ones which existed entirely in one person's mind, and more.  One did not get to be a Sensate for long without learning of the myriad expressions of this school of magic.<br/><br/>A cluster of illusion auras appeared on the second floor, up the flight of stairs and in one of the nearby rooms.  Alzeggra doubted that whoever was stealing recorder stones would individually scatter them, instead keeping them in one location for accessibility.  It was quite clever to use the shop as a front for hiding stolen magic items.  In another location the auras would be noticeable, but hidden among others they blended in quite well.<br/><br/>The second floor was much more organized than the chaotic jumble below, yet its hallways were small and the adjoining rooms filled with stacks of crates.  The dark elf's keen ears picked up the sound of an old woman.  She was too far away to pick up specifics, but appeared near the auras Alzeggra wanted to investigate.  It could be culprit, or a worker in the shop, but that did not matter.  Either way, she stuck to the shadows and approached the open doorway to peek in through the sliver.