<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body"> going to skip ahead a little as we talked about to get the game back on track.<br/></div></div><br/>The sun had set on Laelth but the heat of the day had only begun to abate.  The sun baked stones of the ancient ruined streets that had been reset in recent years held the warmth and gave it in as the blessedly cooler evening breezes blew in salty air from the west.  It was the time of the day when Laelith was most alive, the sky still painted purple in the last rays of dying sunlight, the mage lights on the streets giving a warm glow, and the two moons both shedding their light.  But from every door and window blazed the light, the voices, the vibrancy, and people of all sizes, shapes, and races seemed to be in flux, coming and going on a thousand different errands.  Each person convinced that their own task, their own mission, the only one that mattered.<br/><br/>While Laelith's town was known for someone free sexual mores and the earlier part of the day saw slaves, commoners, and just people who wished to be comfortable in the heat, walking around nude or mostly unclothed, the night was a different matter.  Paladins of Bahamut strutted around in silvery full plate emblazoned with the symbol of their dragon god.  Warlocks lounged in leather outfits that would be sweltering in the day's heat.  Noblewomen wore intricate gowns of lace and silks that did more to display their wealth than anything else.  Yet the sight of a beautiful, sexy, young drow woman clad only in a moonsteel belt, lacy stockings, and leather boots drew people's eyes for a moment or two at least.  Anyone who might have taken her undressed state as the mark of a slave quickly changed their opinion and went about their way, minding their own buisness, when they saw how she was flanked and leading an outfitted teifling wizard and a grimacing guardsman bearing the mark of a Laelith defender on her tabard.<br/><br/>But when the trio arrived at the academy, someone finally took note.  The older mage that Ylene had spoken with in the morning was no longer behind the desk.  In his place was a young human man with a hawklike face and sharp alert eyes.  He nodded to Hailton, though his eyes took in Ylene's curves, "Evening miss, how can I help you?<br/><br/>Hailton looked at Ylene first, then stepped forwards, "Guildmember Hailton Hellfire, I need to speak with my mentor, master Linfei.... as soon as possible."<br/><br/>The young man looked down at a book and frowned.  Then looking up he said, "Master Linfei is currently meeting with another.  He should be free in an hour's time.  I can schedule an appointment if you like?"<br/><br/>Hailton grimaced and turned around to whisper to Ylene, "Something feels off.  I'm usually granted access to Master Linfei under most circumstances.  If he has a high level meeting of course it could be nothing... but the fact that we're being told to wait is troubling.  He no doubt got word that you were looking for me this morning, and it's possible  that he told the pages to delay anyone who shows up with either me or with a drow woman looking for him.  We could sneak in, head to the library then just go to his office.  I know where it is obviously."<br/><br/>Lt. Lynch added, "But it is possible he's just busy?  If we burst in on him isn't it possible he'll take that poorly?"<br/><br/>Hailton nodded, furrowing her brows and looking at Ylene for direction.