Disgruntled?<em>Disgruntled</em>?!  The only time she'd ever wanted to deliberately beat the living hell out of someone for making a remark strictly about her in the last twenty years apparently was being referred to as 'disgruntled' with regards to her Mistress.  Why, if she lacked the control she had innately she would have sent this woman out of her own window down to the street headfirst, gods be damned of it!  Who would<em>dare</em>to think... she didn't like this woman, not one bit, if only for her tongue and poor choices of words... at least that's how she felt at the moment.<br/><br/>Thankfully, she was composed, she had control, she was no impulsive animal.  Thankful for both of them that is; wizards were nasty but so was she and it wouldn't end well for either of them, but why was she still on about this?  Focus... okay, Magus Linfei then would be her next stop.  Their schedule be damned; she wasn't waiting anymore, especially since one of these mages was most likely her Mistress' killer, and whomever it was would be sleeping for a<em>very</em>long time in their chosen plane of afterlife.<br/><br/>"Actually, if you don't mind..." she said, hearing a slight groan from the Tiefling but ignoring it because really she didn't<em>care</em>whether the woman minded or not "...did anyone attempt to magically assess who the owner of this weapon was?"<br/><br/>"Uh... yeah... someone did and something weird was found.  Apparently, uh,  the Magus herself was the last owner, not sure how that worked since she was the one murdered by it, and it didn't look self-inflicted."<br/><br/>Ylene's brow furrowed, her frustration coming back.  How could her Mistress, her lover be the one that this blade supposedly belonged to?<br/><br/>"Who performed the divination?"<br/><br/>"I don't know."<br/><br/>"What do you mean you don't know?"<br/><br/>She sighed, sat up, her robe sliding off of one breast entirely, and apparently the woman was halfway to sleep and didn't notice.  If it were any other time, Ylene might have been enticed but...<br/><br/>"Magus Linfei told me someone had cast the spells on it, he didn't say who it was and it doesn't matter; it's not a hard spell to mess up." the tiefling seemed to be getting to her wit's end, tired, frustrated too "Is that all?  You can find someone else to look at it if you like, there isn't much else to do with it."<br/><br/><"I may, but I wish to hold onto the dagger either way."> she said, nodding as she did and sliding the blade into her beltpouch, speaking in perfectly fluent Undercommon with the proper accent and all <"I'll let myself out, you have a good day in bed, asleep."><br/><br/>She blew a kiss as she headed towards the door the way she came, making her own way out.  In a way she hoped outshining her in the language would bother her a little, a subtle and perhaps catty way of telling the woman to go fuck herself after that comment about Ylene's translation being 'inaccurate'.<br/><br/><"If you ever want to have a good, strong woman take you for a roll in the hay - or in bed or wherever else you fancy - feel free to contact me.  I'm sure you won't have a hard time finding me."> she finished before she rounded the bend in the house and made for the door, letting herself out so that she could head to her next destination...<br/><br/>The temple of Eilistraee or Shoni, whichever was closer.  Probably the temple of Shoni since she was the, ahem, 'bigger goddess' in the city...