<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fb/Erinmug.jpg)<br/><em>Factol Darkflame</em></td><td><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/>"What I know of modrons tells me they need special guidance to adjust to Sigil. We should protect each of our own, but especially those who can't protect themselves," she said of the solidly built swordswoman, demonstrating how very out of touch she was compared to her consort. "Finding and protecting Harmony is well within the means of the Festhall guard, though with a petitioner loose on the grounds, spies among us, and a murder to sort out, it may not be a high priority. You're going to have to make a judgement call."<br/><br/>When Alzeggra next appeared around the circumference of the garden tree, Factol Darkflame was watching her, legs folded and fingers curled against the shadow of her robe. She had known the wickedness of Toril drow; it was shown in her face. Her eyes, though, were as curious as the most voracious Sensate. She was, perhaps, seeing something that was not there.  "It would be suspicious if her papers went missing. If we obstruct the Harmonium's investigation at all, they will turn on us- on you, especially."<br/><br/>"The name of the shop I mentioned is Tivvum's Antiquities. It's...a distinctive building, a great column of midnight green marble at the edge of the Great Bazaar, on the Saint's Boulevard side. Near the debtor's pole." There was no north, east, south, or west in Sigil. The touts gave directions by streets and by landmarks, or with words such as ringward or spireward, wheelwise or counter-wheelwise. But even these failed, as the city was changing, the streets rearranged through the tinkering of the inscrutable dabus. A whole neighborhood had gone sentient not too long ago and changed everything around. Even lifelong inhabitants of the Cage could get lost at times. "It's run by an old tiefling named Lu. She's bound to be crafty."</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7e/Goldenmorningradiance.jpg)<br/><em>Golden Morning Radiance</em></td><td><strong>Name:</strong> Golden Morning Radiance<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Sensate Sensoriums, Civic Festhall, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Harmony, Fei<br/><br/>"Out there?" Golden Morning Radiance cringed with embarrassment, her intertwined legs wiggled from the ball of one foot to the other as Fei's hands guided her silks to fall and expose her from head to toe. It took more than a moment for her to compose herself, and turn the fluster back into that hot desire to do something wild. "Yes- alright. I will do it." Her fingers worked apologetically at Fei's sash, her head down but her eyes keen to see the present she was unwrapping. Though the temperature in the Sensoriums was quite agreeable, she was shivering.<br/><br/>"Where will we begin our quest?" Her slender fingers worked under the tie, a small tickle caught between the tension of the sash and Fei's body. With a shimmy she threaded it through folds of silk, a familiar skill, and drew open the sash to expose Fei to the same air that she was breathing deeply. "This is all new to me," she said, but she seemed to know what she wanted. Her hands caressed the open edges of Fei's robe, up to the changeling's shoulders, and gave a gentle push to send the colors rushing down the lines of the woman's body. Golden Morning Radiance's hands continued halfway down the light flesh of Fei's arms before she stopped herself.<br/><br/>The petitioner's body pushed lightly to Fei's as she turned her head to try to see Harmony over her shoulder. Her neck was exposed to the tickle of Fei's breath, and her dark hair was a curtain just as soft as the silks they'd discarded. A little of this and a little of the hot swell of embarrassment caused her to giggle, and her chest smeared to Fei's with that small vibration. She was on the small side, at only five-foot-aught, precisely the way Cuatha's search party was out there describing her.<br/><br/>And they were out there, the Factor, a security team, maybe half a dozen Sensates pulled from the bliss or agony of Sensorium experiences. They would surely spy three women in the nude immediately.</td></tr></tbody></table>