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I hate being bothered...

I never did get a reply from that shadowcaster Sekhesmet, but he's a close enough link to my enemies that I still keep tabs on him. My hunters even reported something lovely, a little figure stalking through the Undercity to try and find him. And who the tiny figure reported to was even more intriguing...

My sister is with them, I know that. But the issue... I can't step in so easily, and if my hunters intervene, then she'll be too ready. No no, something... better...

ORENAKU!

Climbing aboard my soul-fed nether drake, I take flight to the small home in Redridge, switching disguises; a holy shroud surrounded me as I hopped off at the nearby hills, away from the town, before walking in. My Argent tabard affixed to my robes, I stepped towards the simple abode, slipping inside when I saw no one was there.

But there was something that would send a very powerful message... evidently, they had a child. No one home at the moment... perfect.

Setting down the smallest fel crystal I had, about the size of a small cherry, right near the crib, I step back outside and apply a lovely little note to the door.

"I could do much worse. Return the rotter to Undercity."

Leaving the town and climbing back atop Orenaku, I paused briefly, giggling to myself.

These days, things were getting very... interesting.

((LE GASP! SHE'S AT IT AGAIN! xD))

((Awesome writeup, Mia. ^^))

(( Ah, nevermind my original post. I misread it. Should be fun. :P ))

Genevra returned from evening Devotions, Daisy in tow. She was distracted after her visit with Cray and Saavedro, the overwhelming amount of bad news that was amassing was starting to wear on the priestess. Daisy squirmed in her arms to the point that Genevra had to set the toddler down. Daisy scampered to her room, Genevra was close behind her.

Gretchen was out, on her day off, leaving Genevra to straighten up the room and pick up after her daughter. Gen started to make the crib up, removing several of the toys that Daisy had thrown into it when she saw the note, "I could do much worse. Return the rotter to Undercity." affixed to the crib. Panicked, she looked about the room for anything else that was out of the ordinary. Protectively, Genevra scooped up Daisy, "Let's wait for Dad to get home in the den."

Genevra closed the door to the toddler's room, tucking the note into her pocket. She couldn't help but feel like they needed a guard at the house again. She'd have words with Miragule or perhaps Calis, someone would take on the opportunity.