<strong>"My thanks."</strong>Sigmund entered as he was beckoned. His eyes peered out from beneath the lip of his hood. Curious, prowling eyes examining the exquisitry he typically saw reserved for the chapels. The smell, the atmosphere, all so very warm and inviting. Like the inn room he had visited, but on a much grander calibur. For a moment his attention was arrested by the Lady of the manor, until his eyes retreated under his hood again.<em>News travels fast.</em>he thought to himself, laden with sarcasm and synicism.<strong>"Alkind. Sigmund Alkind. Indeed I have business, and as a man's life hinges on your favorable reply I will be straightforward. I require access to your library. A soldier was poisoned a few days ago. I believe I have found the agent, but I lack the skill necessary to identify it on my own. What say you?"</strong>