Putting down the teapot, Arala’s eyes finally looked up in acknowledgement of her expected guest.  She stood and returned the gesture, something traditional and comforting to unite the citizens of Kyonin.  While the half-elves might be strangers to both the human world and some of the more aloof elves, it was at least one cultural touchstone they shared.<br/><br/>“You’re too kind dear, and I know,” she grinned, reaching out to take Alice’s hand and lead her to the table to join her.  “This is more of a common safe house than proper residence, I’m not often in one place for long.  As you can see, it’s just the two of us.  I wanted to have a little tête-à-tête with you.  I see you didn’t have any trouble with the door—good.  You may be dealing with wasps a lot in the future.”  Taking her own seat, she drew out the honey dipper and added a dollop to her tea.  “Honey?” she offered, the dipper oozing its viscous load back down into the pot.  Sucking a knuckle clean of a sweet drop, Arala took her own cup and took a sip before settling down to business.<br/><br/>“As you said, I am the guildmistress of the Wasp Queens.  And I would like to be your mistress,” she smirked.  Letting that hang in the air a moment, she took a sip of her cup and continued the thought, “Guildmistress, that is.  While we are a rather exclusive and elite group, there is always a need for new talent and room for mentoring.  We’ve actually made an offer to your sister before, though she had other commitments to tend to.  We have been watching your career with some interest, however, and believe you show potential.  So before you get tangled up in politics or the church, I suggest you join our little sorority, and you can advance the glory of Calistria: see the world, take what belongs to us, and show them who is best.”  With a self-satisfied smile, she settled back, crossing a knee over the other, letting a bare leg expose itself from the side-slit of her dress.  “There’s just one little test we would give to you first, my little bee.  I’d like you to ‘retrieve’ something for me.  Don’t worry, not the Viridian Crown (https://pathfinderwiki.com/wiki/Viridian_Crown),” she smirked.  “There’s another Wasp Queen, a bit of a stuck-up little elf named Sylia.  She fancies herself a rival for guildmistress, and I’d like you to bring her down a peg.  Nothing too bothersome, of course, we’re all Sisters here.  No, rather, she has a taste for these  delicate little panties—she’s quite particular about them: a little black thong, it goes right up her uptight ass, with a little yellow topaz jewel in front, right on her button,” she chuckles at the thought.  “Be a dear and get a pair of those for me, and you will be a recruit of the Wasp Queens.  A little Wasp Princess.  Now there are lots of methods available to you: burglary, social engineering, strong-arm robbery,” she shook her head at the absurdity of that last notion, but it still brought some amusement.  “I’m not going to tell you what to do, use your own discretion on how you’d like to go about it, but remember, while bragging rights are part of the mission, live to sting another day.”<br/><br/>Arala finished her cup and set it down silently.  “Now take the time you need, but there is a little mission I’m sending recruits on next week, and I’d like you to be a part of that.  So get this little test done and you can do a real job.”<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Knowledge (religion) 10</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sylia may also be known to Alice as a fellow cleric of Calistria, a much older and more experienced priestess.  As a paragon of the goddess, she’s known to be fickle, domineering, quick to take offense, and quicker to take revenge.  Despite of this—or because of it—she does have her own loyal pawns: lesser priestesses and other playthings to use or discard.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception 10</div><div class="spoiler_body">As Arala’s sundress falls away from her leg, there is a brace of small daggers strapped to her thigh.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception 18</div><div class="spoiler_body">With the window shades filtering the afternoon light and candles throwing a soft glow and flickering shadows, Arala’s own shadow is quite still.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception 20</div><div class="spoiler_body">Staring further up Arala’s bared thigh, Alice can see the narrow hip of her black panties.  A thong perhaps?</div></div></div></div></div></div>