<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Anli</div><div class="spoiler_body">Anli's head begins to pound in a strange rhythm; fast, fast slooow. Fast, fast, slooow. And then a whisper, barely heard, as though it had come from a long distance and echoed time and again until it reaches her comes. "I know what happened," the voice says, low and sly. "I know who killed him. And what he did to deserve it. How he died, what his death throes looked like. It wasn't pretty." A giggle, far far away. "And yet I don't. It might take some time to remember. Until then... hello, sweety."<br/><br/>"Are you alright, Miss?" the Private looks at her quizzically. "Are you feeling well? Are you going to faint again? If you do, let me know and I'll catch you, I will. Or perhaps a sit down or a lie down might be a better idea," he asks, his face concerned. "Yes, tell the nice man you've gone crazy. I'm sure that'll do well. They'll probably give you a nice cell to sit in for the rest of your life with another few crazies to keep you company," the voice giggles again.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Make a Watchfulness and Shadowy check.</div></div></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sarya</div><div class="spoiler_body">"Lady. <strong>Lady!</strong>" Milena's voice crackles in anger, and the cane drops with some force down upon Sarya's foot. "Call me proper or I shan't do business with you." she barks, eyes barely slits. Sarya hears the sound of a trapdoor opening behind the counter and a voice calls out, "Lady, is there trouble? Should I get some of the other boys?" Milena raises an eyebrow at Sarya questioningly and answers, "No need to bother, Mikael. Me and the savage here were about to do a little business. Isn't. That. Right?" Milena raises the other brow, looking up at Sarya, yet at the same time looking down her nose at the elf.<br/><br/>She thumps once more with her cane, this time upon the floor and turns her back on Sarya, climbing once more upon the stool behind the counter. "So, are we going to do business, or will I be seeing your back until you've learned to call people properly before coming back?" she asks, though the gleam in her eyes indicates that she would still like the coins Sarya proferred.<br/><br/>OOC: Make a Watchfulness and Persuasion check.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Miriel</div><div class="spoiler_body">Miriel's reaches the large manor that is one of the many abodes of House Sarok without further incident. The guard at the door lets her in with little fuss, though she can tell already that there might be rumors of her appearance might be making the rounds soon. Varisia, her roommate, was nowhere in sight as she made her way to her room. A single candle lit the room, just the stub left, forgotten to make its end soon. The tears have yet to dry on her face before unconsciousness takes her, the stress of the past hour still fresh in her mind.<br/><br/>A sudden movement and Miriel feels herself tipped over to land ungracefully on the floor. "You are a mess. Not that that's anything new. But more than usual," the nasal voice of Varisia chimes right on cue. Varisia was tall and ungainly, almost as though she'd been in the middle of a growth spurt when puberty ended for you. A pinched nose and small eyes gave her a permanent look of haughtiness that mirrored her personality well. "Awww, did you hurt yourself? Going to cry again?" she asks in mock concern before uprighting the chair turning it towards Miriel's prone form before sitting within it herself and gazing patronizingly at Miriel.<br/><br/>"Elder Honep wants you," she says, brushing a hand through her long hair. "Did you make another mistake, weakling?" she asks cruelly, leaning forward, her tiny eyes gleaming with menace. "Better hurry--though you might gain favor if you go to him like that," she says, spying Miriel's shredded clothing. She doesn't seem to notice the cloak that still sits around Miriel's shoulders, preoccupied with one of her favorite pastimes, abusing Miriel verbally.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Make a Shadowy and Dangerous check.</div></div></div></div>