<strong>Name:</strong>Peregrine<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Public Sensoria, Civic Festhall, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid-Morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Factol Darkflame, Alzeggra<br/><br/>Peregrine had hung back just a little as she followed along in Alzeggra's wake. It was a chore travelling next to anything that walked, all straight lines and linear thinking, and this way she got to loom over the elf as well. It had no effect on the elf in question, walking away as she was, but it looked suitably authoritative, she thought, and it didn't really get in the way much of conversation. And the extra height let her check around them until she was confident there was no one around to eavesdrop, and even then she spoke low enough that only elven ears could really pick it up. She hoped.<br/><br/>"If our dear friend with the Harmonium has anything to say about it the best I expect is to do damage control more than a proper cover up. I suspect this isn't important enough to dispose of her over, especially when that could easily backfire, so I imagine it's mostly going to be trying to soften it before we cause enough scandal to depress revenue."<br/><br/>There was a souring thought and she wrinkled her nose as she imagined the amount of red ink that could get spilled if this turned into something serious enough to stain the Society's reputation, even for a little while. "If we can keep what's her name spinning in circles for long enough we can make the word on the street ours, and perhaps keep this other business private entirely."<br/><br/>She peeled off, letting Alzeggra brush past the guards as the arrived at the corpse, stilling her tongue now that they had company again. She almost wished they hadn't arrived — as souring as the conversation was, it was still a sight more cheerful than the investigation went. She made a mental note next time to yank Alzeggra aside and have a long preparatory conversation before any questions were asked. Dead people were notoriously stupid, after all.<br/><br/>Not that she had a chance just then to bring it up, as none other than Factol Darkflame herself clicked her way in, dripping assurance and gliding along in a dress that Perrin thought was fetchingly reminiscent of a sheath of scales, what with the patterning and colouration. That was certainly one of the benefits of her new home — there was never a shortage of pretty things to look at. Even if she did her best to be subtle about it, and politely lowered her torso down a bit, despite that apparently meaning being relieved of her authority.<br/><br/>Oh well, it couldn't last. And now she could blame any further confusion as to what the hell was going on with the eviction of people from the premisses on whomever succeeded her. At least the Factol didn't seem all that upset. Yet.<br/><br/>She bobbed her head and set her coils into motion again with an "Of course, Lady Factol" taking up pace aside Alzeggra this time.<br/><br/>There was only so long she could go without resisting needling, and she gave in fairly quickly. "Soooo… outthought by the dead, huh?" She flicked the tip of her tail, casting a thin smile over to Alzeggra.