<strong>Name:</strong>Peregrine<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Erin Montgomery's Quarters, Civic Festhall, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Peregrine, Alzeggra, Factol Darkflame<br/><br/>Well, that was just<em>lovely</em>. The situation was confused enough as it was, and now it was apparently even twistier than it at first appeared. Or at least probably was, in one way or another. Of course, she had never known the Doomguard to be particularly philosophically sound to begin with — the entire organisation was either malicious or vacuous depending on which horn of the dilemma you took — so perhaps this one was a coincidence? Then again, why be so vocal about it. Now she just had to sort out the incompetence from the fakery.<br/><br/>Perrin restrained the irritated huff, but only just barely. She could deal with that later when she had time to ponder. "I was on my way to try and find it when I came across your consort," she said. "While I do suspect Harmony is about as unaware as we are as to the exact motives behind the investigation into it — although I suppose it could surprise me in that regard — I was of the mind that it should be informed at the very least."<br/><br/>There was, after all,<em>some</em>kind of scandal just waiting to happen there, even if Perrin couldn't quite yet put her finger on what it would be. "Fortunately, while I never got the chance to actually track it down, it blends into a crowd about as well as I do. I'm sure we can track it down quickly enough, and after getting in touch we will see if we can't get to the root of this peculiar situation with the recorders."<br/><br/>That alone was enough for Perrin to take on this task, even if it weren't blindingly obvious how good a thing it was to have the Society's Factol think highly of her. The thought of suddenly unreliable recorders, the constant fear of tampering for who knew what ends. And if you could kill with them, could you influence decisions? Or anything of a thousand other very disturbing possibilities.<br/><br/>No, this was certainly the sort of challenge to the integrity of the proper running of the Society that really couldn't be allowed to stand. The crisis of confidence alone would have her drowning in enough red ink to dye her entire bodylength, and that would just be the beginning of it. The very thought of her own frequent jaunts in the sensoria being compromised was enough to make her scales rustle as her flesh crawled.