<div class="floatright">(http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv313/mikekannard/Tiefling_Female.jpg)</div>Name: Cindrana Longpath     Class: Wizard (Admixture) 11<br/>Race: Tiefling Sex: Female<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Combat Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">AC: 22/14/19   HP:: 99 Saves: F:+7/R:+7/W:+9</div></div><br/>Location: Tattered Flag, Augustana, Andoran<br/><br/>She 'lurked' in a shady corner, a practice born of long experience. In front of her was two drinks, a mug of stoat that she sipped from time to time and a smaller glass of fruit cordial with a straw in it that her familiar sipped from slowly as he watched a sheaf of paper, the quill moving back and fourth under his gaze as she read through the pile of letters in front of her and wrote out her own replies.<br/><br/>"Remember when we didn't write reports or have to track members of the Crew?" She asked the small dragonette. His reply was simply to her, mind to mind as his tail drug a letter for her seal, which she applied with a small whispered cantrip.  "I know..." She added with a grumpy tone as she sealed her own letter. She looked over the last one, the letter from Lanmass.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>My dear, <br/>As you requested we followed the 'tradesmen' you asked about along the route to Ustalav, and they were indeed the last dregs of the alliance between the Consortium and the Cult of Lissalla. There was, as Lady Ebonblade so quaintly put it, some 'vigorous discourtesy' at our attempts to recover your kin but we got them back and left a sound message. The Master of Arms, and Spells as well, were very interested at the notes you sent through your cousins.  Still no sound backing among the Ten though. If you want your lodge, you will have to fund it yourself, I will do what I can to render aid to your cousins who run the Kaer Mage/Korvosa/Magnimar route, but at this delicate time I fear my network is more focused on finding our former friend, Grandmaster T, and his associates. Word is he somewhere here in Taldor looking for something, I ask that you stand ready in your endevours. I might need a Runekiller to give aid if T is indeed involved in events here in the Imperial Court. Watch for serpents in the colonies, they lurk amongst the forest.<br/><br/>Lady Roasa Annarey Delaphine del Noire, Baroness of Lower Zimar, Venture Captain of Lanmass.</em></span><br/><br/>Cindrana tucked away the letter with a sigh. The last line was worrying, it meant that despite her gifts the Consortium still felt her family was open for 'acquisition', otherwise known as kidnapping, and used as leverage against her. She had joined her current group to 'lie low' as a mere adventurer, but hadn't expected to run into an upstart Necromancer lord on the make. Compared to Krune, she reflected, he wasn't that bad but he was terrifying on his home ground all the same. Her spells had helped. The companions she'd found were solid, solid enough she'd been tempted to offer them field commissions in the society but she doubted they were of the mind for it. <br/><br/>"Rippy.. take these to the urchin waiting for them." She whispered as she slipped her companion a couple coins for the boy, the pack of letters bound for other pathfinders all over the Inner Sea.  She leaned back as he flitted off and out the door as she sipped her ale, smile politely at the girl as she brought her another pint. <br/><br/>"Aye, warm your belly lad." She said as she slid over to be closer to the others. "Who be our new found correspondent?" <br/></span>