((OOC: Ah, I was wondering what the form was for OOC posting here! Thanks!))<br/><br/>Kathy sighed. She had tried. Anyway the promised payment for this special item was enough that she wouldn't<em>need</em>to work for a while anyway. Why anyone would be willing to pay such a huge sum for something so trivial, she really couldn't fathom, nor why it should have been hidden inside a secret compartment of the musical jewellery box of Lady Mitchell.<br/><br/>A simple clay doll, not particularly attractive, nor even particularly well made. That's all it was.<br/><br/>Her curiosity was piqued. Kathy regarded herself as a cat-burglar, she subscribed to the theory that, at some time in the distant past, one of her ancestors had been visited by the Egyptian goddess Bastette, who had somehow past on the feline blood... It was pure fantasy, of course, but it amused her.<br/><br/>However, she also knew what curiosity allegedly did to the cat. She sighed. It would be the death of her for sure, some day, but she had the nagging feeling she'd been played, and she didn't like it.<br/><br/>She headed for the public library to do a little investigation of her own.<br/><br/>((OOC: In my experience, RPs like this NEVER go the way intended, unless someone GMs it at keeps a hand firmly on the tiller. Anyone up for a little espionage?))