<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/gheXEIQ.png)</div>Ylene's skin tingled as she entered the building that had become, in essence, city hall for the magical city of Laelith.  Armed guards, all of them bearing the crest of the high lord protectorate, scrutinized her carefully.  For once Ylene wasn't being stared at for her state of erotic dress or animal sexuality.  Though it would be completely untrue to say there weren't a few of those looks mixed in, these guards, a mix of both genders, were very dedicated to their jobs.  While none even so much as tiwitched a muscle towards a weapon, Ylene had no doubt that were she a threat, they could deal with her quite well.  The High Lord Protector's personal guard contained a large percentage of the cities dragonborn.  In the entry way alone, three of the six guards were the scaled creatures.  The rest of the guards being rounded out by a human, a warforged with a decidedly feminine shape to her metal and wood body, and male shifter who bore a sleek and smooth grace beneath his skin and fur.<br/><br/>After checking in with one of the guards, a bronze skinned dragonborne man took her deeper into the bowels of the ancient building.  Through halls that had been reconstructed and restored, he ushered her into an office that could only be described as spartan in nature.  He gestured for her to have a seat, then stood outside the door, leaving it cracked open.  He was standing guard, but the open door said that she was not a prisoner of any sort, but that maybe he didn't want her wandering the halls of the building unescorted.  Ylene had a few minutes to inspect her surroundings and found the usual trappings one would expect from a paladin of Bahamut.  A few carved icons, a well used and non magical prayer book, and a single woven tapestry that depicted the banner of the high lord protectorate, the symbol of Bahamut with a sword and shield behind it.<br/><br/>After a few minutes Dragonborn woman entered, a curved longsword strapped to her hip and a shield stylized like scales on her back.  With finely crafted plate mail that echoed her draconic heritage, it was obvious as she entered that this was a woman of some wealth or status.  However Alana recognized immediately the badge on the woman's right shoulder.  The badge was small icon of blue with the stylized image of Bahmut along with sword and shield on it.  Not just a holy symbol, but also the icon that High Lord Protector Restisesk Mettlerak, the official 'ruler' of Laelith, used as her personal insignia.  It immediately identified the dragonborn woman who entered the shop as a guardswoman sworn specifically to the High Lord Protector.  However unlike the normal symbol, there was an arc of four stars across the top of the insignia, designating her as the second highest rank one could achieve in the pseudo military organization that the high lord protector had set up in the town.  Ylene knew the woman from reputation, though not personally.<br/><br/>The dragonborn woman entered the office, looked at Ylene and nodded, then said, "Lirdylene  Teken'urden, I am  Ferrsisiaris Rekterinias, commander in the high lord protector's personal guard.  I would like to thank you for coming to see me on such short notice."<br/><br/>Reaching behind her she shut the door to the office.  Then muttering a few words, she touched a stone next to the door and it glowed briefly with a magical sigil that faded away.  "Privacy," she muttered as she turned back to Ylene and then moved to her desk.  She closed to the desk and reaching up to the badge on her shoulder, unpinned it with one swift and smooth move and placed it down on the desk, face up in front of Ylene, "I have a problem that can not be trusted to most official channels.  But you have the reputation as a woman who can do things..."  She coughed slightly and looked down, "...discreetly."<br/><br/>Ahhhh there it was.  This woman wasn't looking for a whore or an escort, she was looking for someone who had entertained some of the cities most prominent figures and guests, and hadn't ever spilled a word of what secrets she might have heard.<br/>