<strong>Senthaynatrix, Innoki</strong><br/><br/>"I will see what I can do." Caeller sighs. "I do not believe they will want outsiders in their archives, though... although the councilors are not immune to the lure of gold. After all, even in a town such as this, the councilmen's wives and daughters believe they are entitled to duchal finery, and the men themselves like their expensive wines and meats." The sheriff shakes his head. "But while you negotiate that, I do have access to the archives, and can certainly see about picking up documents of interest, if you can point me to what you wish to know. For myself, I plan on picking up the documentation on the other prisoners."<br/><br/><strong>Quentan, Lexi</strong><br/><br/>The other centipede does not return; as you depart the crypt, though, the sun is sinking low, and in some place, beneath the thickening veils of mist, one might almost think the earth is moving. Shifting, bulging upwards.<br/><br/><strong>Shorn, Nimeda</strong><br/><br/>The old priest looks up. "More 'friends' of Petros?" He shakes his head. "Vultures... arriving like vultures, the moment he is dead, rather than when he could have been saved." His eyes narrow as he examines the newcomers, catching the symbol Shorn is displaying. "My apologies. I spoke harshly and, of one of our Lady's, in error, I would hope. What might you need assistance with?"<br/><br/><strong>Caladrel</strong><br/><br/>While the suit is of very high quality despite its age, and would certainly hold an enchantment easily enough, it is not radiating magic. "If it needs to be resized or modified for a new owner, I believe that is in accordance with Grandfather's wishes."