<strong>Name:</strong>Factol Erin Darkflame Montgomery<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/>Alzeggra thought for a while, her hand on her chin.  Harmony was surely in danger, even if she could not confirm the source of it.  If the Doomguard was indeed responsible for Nilassa's death and going around killing devotees of Law, then the Modron would surely be next on their hit list.  On the other hand, whoever's responsible for the clandestine trade of recorder stones will soon catch on to the hubbub around the Sensorium and go dark.  Despite the uncertainty and danger, all eyes were on the Festhall, and not on Tivvum's Antiquities.  And the added presence of the Harmonium could act as a sort of balance against Doomguard machinations.  But modrons were very literal and did not understand the subtleties of social interactions.<br/><br/>Helping out Harmony seemed the best choice from a moral standpoint; she was one of their own, and needed to be alerted of the full danger.  But from a practical standpoint, Alzeggra's talents were best suited to tracking things down others did not want found.  And she'd not get another opportunity so soon; if Harmony was indeed safe and the Doomguards had left, then her efforts would be for naught.<br/><br/>"I'll look into Tivvum's Antiquities," Alzeggra said.  "If I find anything within 24 hours, I'll contact you with the dead drop system.  I'll plant a message in the Market Ward, the S-shaped alley near the Parts and Pieces shop.  Look for some red chalk graffiti, designed to look like a children's drawing.  The container will be nearby."<br/><br/>"Peregrine, you can choose to accompany me.  Otherwise I'd see to Harmony's safety as paramount.  She's likely the next target, if the Doomguard's targeting people connected to Mechanus."<br/><br/>Alzeggra reached into her bag of holding and pulled out a repeating crossbow.  It was quite the distinctive piece of work, its stock designed with curving, flowing patterns which faintly emanated with divine energy.  The wood comprising its frame was a deep red, crafted from the wild trees of the twilight layer of Brux.  The memories of animal spirits living out the afterlives among the shadowed groves were still vibrant in her mind, as was the process of crafting the weapon in its entirety among the pastoral scenes.  It was one of her many pieces of handcrafted work she made while on the road, and one of her most prized creations.  "You can never be too careful," she said as she loaded several bolts into the magazine on top.<br/><br/>Without a further word she left the chamber and ventured out into the streets of Sigil, en route to the curio shop which surely held more answers to Nilassa's past.