<strong>Name:</strong>Peregrine<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Bazaar, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Alzeggra, Peregrine<br/><br/>Ahh, the Fated. Peregrine was well familiar with the group as a whole, and personally knew more than a couple. You only got so far working with Sigilian business before you ended up with a slew of them in your address book. And honestly she probably would have gone much farther there than she did with the Society. Some measure of philosophical prickliness was, so far as she could tell, more expected there, and she certainly would have done well with the currency part of things.<br/><br/>On the other hand, they didn't have a massage parlour.<br/><br/>She murmured her assent to the idea and gave Alzeggra a minute's head start before she headed into the shop afterwards. Getting access to the records… that'd probably be difficult on a first visit, at least without some means of forcing the issue, and she doubted that she could manage to bluff her way into a surprise audit from the Hall of Records. Although if it weren't a proprietor, but just a hired shopkeep on hand, perhaps.<br/><br/>She mused over the matter as she slithered into the building. The nascent plan fled her mind completely the moment she passed the threshold, overwhelmed by the sudden wave of irritation that she had to enter at all.<br/><br/>It was amazing, she had always thought, that even in the most cosmopolitan of cities the entire place was still laid out for humans, elves, and their ilk. The place would have been a little claustrophobic even if she had been vertically oriented and not all that massive, let alone having over twenty feet of tail behind her. Even compressing herself as much as she could it was a chore to navigate the space, constantly having to readjust so she didn't end up tripping people in the next aisle over.<br/><br/>And normally she liked this sort of weird collection of odds and ends — you never failed to find<em>something</em>worth the visit, but only if you weren't forced to spend most of your time policing your own body.<br/><br/>She sighed. At least she was here on business. It took some of the sting out if she didn't actually need to focus on how much fun she should have been having. Now if only they<em>did</em>end up taking the place for all it was worth she might even feel satisfied with the morning. It'd serve them right for laying out the place so inconsiderately.<br/><br/>Really, they could have at least left enough space for her to manage a proper slither, but instead she was reduced to scooching forward reectilinearly, carefully keeping her coils out of the way till she managed to make it to the counter.<br/><br/>She smiled, but her heart, for once, wasn't into it, and the clerk barely even drew back at the sight of her fangs."Good morning," she said, letting her eyes run over the clerk critically. The man wasn't all that old, and kind of on the scrawny side. He looked to be about her age, but with humans that meant maybe… mid-twenties? Late teens? Early thirties? Certainly not forty yet she was pretty sure. Not the proprietor then, just hired help.<br/><br/>"I am Iravana Arjuna, from the Hall of Records. Could I speak with the proprietor?"<br/><br/>Perrin received a glance in return, albeit one a little more wide eyed, despite the fact they must have gotten a dozen stranger in every day. Was the man new? "Madame Lu is unavailable," he said, the words sounded automatic and rehearsed. Did that imply that she was always unavailable, or just that she always was around now? "Um, can I help you?"<br/><br/>Her curiosity piqued enough to forget most of her irritation her smile became a little more genuine. For some reason this got a flinch. "No idea of when she will be so? No? Of course not, I suppose I shouldn't have expected the counter boy to actually keep apprised of it."<br/><br/>That got a touch of indignation, but he held his tongue admirably.<br/><br/>"As it is, you probably can help me anyhow. As I said I am from the Hall of Records. We have until recently been under contract with Tal Ul Azmiri — " She watched closely as she dropped the name of, in certain circles, a somewhat notorious intermediary for all sorts of less than wholesome things. No reaction. " — as a procurement agent, but he has of late been unable to comply with the terms and we have found it unfortunately necessary to terminate our relationship."<br/><br/>She gave a smile as though she expected a response out of this, and it took him a moment before he finally came back with, "I'm– I'm afraid you'll have to discuss this with Madame Lu. She handles faction-related business."<br/><br/>The smile turned condescending. "Of course. I never expected you to have the authority to sign for anything important. But first we need to know if you are actually capable of succeeding where Azmiri could not before we waste any more time. Now, I just have a few simple questions…"<br/><br/>The following barrage was downright dizzying as she drifted through, grilling on estimated time tables and subcontracting fees and marginal rates. Half the time she didn't get an answer, but that wasn't really a problem. It did keep his attention thoroughly glued to her and away from whatever Alzeggra was getting up to. And perhaps he would even slip something useful in, although she doubted it. She was growing progressively more certain she had cornered little more than a shop watcher.