<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sarya Melisandra</div><div class="spoiler_body">A bell rings overhead announcing her presence as Sarya enters the shrouded shop that stands as a front for Milena's place of business. The woman at the far end of the shop looks up from her register and her one eyebrow rises in mock surprise. The other was burned off long ago, and the area shrouded by an eyepatch. "Well, look what the cat dragged in today," Milena murmurs. A short, handsome woman in her mid-30s, she rises to her feet with a little difficulty, grabbing the cane beside her as she moves to the other side of the shop table.<br/><br/>"It's been a while, cannibal," the woman half-spits the last word, leaning on her cane as she looks up at Sarya. "Haven't seen you in a while. Lower your hood so I can get a better look at you," Milena squints up at Sarya, examining her. "A few more scars than the last time you came in. Always wanting something, needing, grabbing, that's you. Like all your kind," Milena spits, literally this time, on the shop floor, the moisture quickly gathering the dust in the air.<br/><br/>"I take it you need something else this time. Well, you've brought things to trade, or cash sometimes before. What's it this time?" she asks, impatience in her voice. "Well? Out with it! I don't have all day," she grumbles, glancing back at the register on the shop desk.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Anli Revell</div><div class="spoiler_body">Anli's vision swims as she opens the book. The red letters scribbled upon it the pages seem to squirm and move in a strange way, almost as though they were alive with their own power rather than simply letters pinned down and inanimate upon the dusty page. She can only make a few words that pass by, but on their own they mean nothing. She can feel the words changing her as a strange wind picks up. "Damn these drafts," she senses at the edge of her hearing, as though the voice were coming from a long tunnel away, echoing within the recesses of her mind. More importantly is the book--pages flip quickly, and while she can only catch the barest word or two before the page passes, she can feel each page and every word affecting her somehow. Time seems to slow down and it feels like minutes as it takes for the pages to turn in rapid unison. The last page flips when suddenly everything goes black. She can feel her knees buckle and... darkness.<br/><br/>"Miss? Miss? Are you alright?" Private Bustol's voice is the first thing to penetrate the darkness, and once Anli opens her eyes she can see his concerned face upside down in her vision. "Let me help you up, Miss. Are you taken often by fainting spells?" he asks, the relief in his eyes stark that Anli hasn't suffered any major mishap as he helps her up. "Funny that," he murmurs, glancing at the red-bound book, now on the ground and open where it had fallen from her hands. "Why would Mr. Varen have gone and left you an empty book?"</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Miriel Vitale</div><div class="spoiler_body">As Miriel draws closer, the first woman quickly moves in between her and her superior, her sword out in a flash and held cross-wise, ready to split Miriel's torso in two. "Don't you dare sully the Sister's body with your touch," she hisses above the rain, looking mercilessly at Miriel. Sister Helen sighs and puts a hand on Sister Yarella's shoulder. "Calm yourself, Sister," she says, only a hint of reproof in her voice as she looks at Miriel's bedgraggled form.<br/><br/>"Go home, human. It is not safe out here while we sweep the area, and best that you hurry lest you become like that man did, and we are forced to slay you as well." She turns around and continues to walk, though Sister Yarella shoots a last, murderous glance at Miriel before sheathing the silvery sword and following after her.</div></div>