<div class="floatright">(https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-RrqNNvNJBeY/TYNchRFtrhI/AAAAAAAABQI/pKes4Q2WIKM/s1600/Flawless_by_Ricardo_Guimaraes.jpg)</div><br/>Lydia slid into the common room, then paused for a moment just inside the doorway and scanned the crowd for signs of heresy. Apparently satisfied, the half-elf lifted her hood and appeared to relax a little. With exaggerated care, she picked her way to the job's board and, after acknowledging the other guild members with a perfunctory nod, began to examine each hand-written note.<br/><br/>One, long, gloved finger traced across the sheets, finally coming to rest at the bottom of the noticeboard. The Inquisitor could feel Calistria's will at work and knew she would be the instrument of that will.<br/><br/>"A thief then," she declared, "And foolish indeed to spoil one of Mistress Whisper's without paying for the privilege."<br/><br/>She turned from the job board, eyes narrowing as she considered how to proceed. Obviously, the Goddess would guide her to the miscreant, but, perhaps it would be wise to seek some less divine aid as well, just in case some brains were needed to match Lydia's brawn and charm.<br/><br/>"This one will be mine!" the Inquisitor explained, snatching the job description. "But I'll happily share, if a spot of debt collecting appeals."<br/>