Kachina - Dwarven tent<br/><strong>"It would take more than the word of a whore to tarnish the reputation of the Grand Burrow."</strong>, the leather-clad dwarf scoffs,<strong>"But even if a dwarf was that desperate, none of us would have the time. Our schedule is sleep and work with only ten minute breaks for breakfast, lunch, and supper."</strong><br/>The braided dwarf finishes some bread and adds to his words,<strong>"And you're using up what time we have elf. If you've no real business here then begone."</strong><br/><hr/>Sigmund - Rosewater Estate<br/><strong>"If that's the case then we'll use my study."</strong>, she replies cooly as she turns back around,<strong>"This way Mr. Alkind."</strong><br/>Lady Rosewater leads Sigmund upstairs, past a balcony and into a room lined with shelves. There had to be a thousand hand-written tomes, a remarkable collection. She pulls free a particular book and sets it upon a wooden work table, underneath a low-hanging chandolier. From the words on the index page, the book seemed to be of sylvan tongue.<br/><strong>"What do you know of the poison?"</strong>, she speaks, trying to hide her curiosity behind a facade of deep concern.