<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Anli</div><div class="spoiler_body">"No... don't catch you?" Bustol seems confused before letting out a truly half-hearted, "Okay," at Anli's words, almost disappointed by something, though he completely takes her words at face value, nodding as she excuses herself. The creature within her head in contrast is almost gleeful at her words. "What...? Whom...? Which...? Where...? When...? And... how, I suppose...?" it asked, the sly voice slitering in her head almost as though it were leaving a film of sick and slime across the floor of her mind, staining it with its own color. "Mmmmm, I suppose this is what purple tastes like," it purrs within her mind, another giggle coming through.<br/><br/>"Well, I suppose if I'm going to be inhabiting your brain it would fair to pay some rent, hmmm...?" it asks slightly. "Oh, but the rent you want is too high--and it's not like you can evict me either. So how about a trade...?" it asks, and Anli knows that if she could see its eyes, they would be glowing in anticipation.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll me a persuasion check.<br/><br/>Madness peril increase check: 2 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4247441/)<br/>Increase your Madness peril by one.</div></div></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sarya</div><div class="spoiler_body">The man slinks back down the trapdoor at Milena's words, though Sarya's keen hearing makes out a torrent of muffled whispers, with "elf", "savage", and "cannibal" mixed in amongst various expletives and lewd descriptions. Milena, old and human that she is, does not even make out any sorts of sounds and continues without any awareness as to the talk.<br/><br/>"And if that bag is filled with rocks, girl? You think I'm as empty up here as a cuckoo's nest?" The phrase had lingered on for years now, though no one apart from the eldest amongst the elves remembered was a cuckoo was, or why they even had nests for that matter. "Still," he sighed, mollified, "now that we're speaking polite-like, we can do business. Manifold Buckman..." she murmurs to herself, leaning back a little upon the stool and thinking. "That's a name I've not heard in a long, long time. Moved up in the world, he did. Started down here though. That's something praiseworthy in its own right, you know," Milena says, raising an eyebrow to pre-emptively scorn any disbelief Sarya might express.<br/><br/>"That said, it's been years since I've seen hide or hair of the man. Though I can ask around--I think one of my boys has had some dealings with the company and might be able to tell you more. Until then, there's a job I'd like you to do for that piece of information, as well as for the contents of that book," she puts out her hand, ready to receive it, assuming that, like most of the people in the city, Sarya is unable to read.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Scandal peril increase check: 6 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4247453/)<br/>Increase your Scandal peril by one.</div></div></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Miriel</div><div class="spoiler_body">The fall from the chair was worse than Miriel had originally thought, and was sure to leave bruises. "Neville who?" Varisia asks in her nasal voice, and her eyes widen as Miriel disrobes--not because Miriel was naked, no, but from the cloak that dropped to the floor. "What... is that...?" she asks, her eyes virtually glowing with another tidbit with which she might embarrass the other girl. "Give it to me," she demands, holding her hand out, "Or I'll definitely tell everyone exactly what state you rejoined the house in. Oh, the shame it would bring upon you," she murmurs, shivering in excitement.<br/><br/>Regardless of her response to Varisia, Miriel dresses and goes to see Elder Honep, making her ways through several flights of stairs, sometimes ascending and at times descending, going through the maze-like interior that marked most of her House's domains. The old man, wizened with age and wrinkled like a dry razorvine vine looks down at her from his high seat, almost like a thrown in the center of a darkened room. His voice is raspy, and he coughs a time or two to clear his throat before addressing Miriel. "Neophyte..." he begins, examining her more closely. "I've received word that you failed in your mission last night. Explain to me why." His voice is bereft of much emotion, yet Miriel can sense the hidden anger within him at being defied by one so young as herself, and so low on the totem pole of the house.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll a Shadowy or Persuasion check (your choice).<br/><br/>Suspicion peril increase checks: 2 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4247455/)<br/>Wounds peril increase check: 3 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4247455/)<br/>Increase your Suspicion and Wounds peril by one.</div></div></div></div>