<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dice Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4228283/</div></div><br/>Sarya cast a glance back down at the leatherbound book, flipping through its pages a second time, hoping that the dancing script was merely a fatigue induced hallucination. Her eyes squint as she tries to focus on the letters, the headache returning almost immediately as she tried to make out anything familiar. Frustrated at the strange book, Sarya throws it to the ground. Her fingers rub against her eyes, both out of exhaustion and from the strange sensation brought on by the book.<br/><br/>With a sigh, her attention turned toward the body lying under the blanket. He hadn't moved the slightest in at least ten minutes. She wasn't surprised by his passing nor was she too concerned. She planned to kill him eventually anyway, the rain just happened to beat her to it. She only wished he would have had the decency to leave her with some answers first. Instead, she was left with only more questions. Who was this guy? What was so important about this book that it needed to be hidden from her? It all left her with an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. There was more to this situation than it seemed at first glance.<br/><br/>Her legs curled up closer to her body as she sat against the wall of the shed. Her elbows rested atop her knees, one of the business cards held in her right hand as she studied everything about it. "Buckman & Co. - Entrepreneurs at Large." Sarya chuckled to herself at the last part, casting a quick glance back at the body sharing the shed with her. Well, he certainly got that last part right. She flipped the card around with her fingers, shaking her head at the name on the back. "Manifold Buckman." Humans had such clumbsy names. Still, she couldn't help but feel like it was appropriate in some way. Her thoughts lingered on the man's title: entrepreneur. So vague...why was everything about this man wrapped in so much secrecy? Her free hand rubbed at her temple as she flipped the card over once again. Chasing clues, investigations, asking questions...she dreaded the thought of playing detective, unraveling Mr. Buckman's web of lies and secrets.<br/><br/>With a final exasperated sigh, she tucked the business card into the satchel at her hip, her head leaning back against the wall and looking toward the ceiling. The rain was picking up and the chill of the night was creeping in. Her little investigation would have to wait until morning. The rain might not bother her but the chafing and the hypothermia from braving the weather at night with soaked clothing and boots most certainly would. No, it'd be best for her to wait the night out here in the relative safety of the shed where she'd at least be shielded from any further rain and the cold wind.<br/><br/>Sarya eyed the blanket laying atop the man's corpse for a brief second before convincing herself she'd be better off without it. There was no telling what sort of diseases she could contract from something that had come in contact with the boils that formed across his body. She'd rather endure a little cold than cover herself with that blanket. Sarya scooted across the ground toward the shed's farthest corner, putting as much distance between herself and the door as possible. It was there that she finally curled up on the ground, her limbs pulled in closely to keep herself warm, before closing her eyes and trying to drift off to sleep.