Mechanisms Part 1

(Spinesreach): Luna says, "Aife has finished repairs of a small mechanism found in the catacombs."

(Spinesreach): You say, "Ah, that is good news."
(Spinesreach): Tina says, "Indeed."
(Spinesreach): Luna says, "Would you care to accompany me and handle the mechanical work with
affixing it to the orrery, Conduit? From what I understand, the widget has some resemblance to the
mechanisms used in the Cabalist clock."

She is a wise Idreth with a stocky, broad-hipped and well-padded build. She seems an earthy, no-
nonsense individual, with narrow brown eyes that hold a calculating glint. Her face is round with
soft features, a small nose and an expressive mouth. Her hair is perhaps the most interesting thing
about her- fully longer than she is tall, it has been collected back into a tight braid and is
pinned up out of the way in a few loops at the back of her head. Clean white bandages cross both her
hands at the knuckles, wrapping down to her wrists in a neat dressing. She is wearing:
a crimson scale earring
a pair of heavy, crystal-lensed goggles
tall leather boots
a tenebrous sash of the Conduit
a formal longcoat of the Cabal
a silver wedding ring, inlaid with dark opal, symbolizing eternity
a pair of diffusal goggles
a loose, black poet shirt
a neat olive-green vest
earthy, loose-cut trousers
She walks with the blessing of Maghak.
She walks with the blessing of Niuri.

You begin to wield a silvery driftwood cane in your left hand.

(Spinesreach): You say, "I'd be glad to- actually, I'm yet to see this beast of a thing. I was
somewhat, ah... laid up, when it was discovered."

[walk walk]

Above the Coals. (Spinesreach.)
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A sturdy iron forge stands here, cold and dark. Aife, the blacksmith of Spinesreach, stands here
holding her forging hammer. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground.
Leaning calmly on his staff, a Guardian of the Master Crystal stands here. A small wooden sign is
here. A note of fine parchment has been pinned to the wall. A small metal mechanism lies here, long
and spiraling. Knight Commander Luna Olahri is here, hidden. She wields a slender halberd of steel
and obsidian in her hands. You see a sign here instructing you that WARES is the command to see what
is for sale.
You see a single exit leading northwest.

Aife, the blacksmith bows respectfully to you.

You have emoted: Eleanor limps in, leaning her weight heavily on the cane she holds. She nods to
Aife.

(Cabalists): Nantafiria says, "An orrery.."
(Cabalists): Nantafiria says, "I believe I once read a book about this."

You say, "So, something like the clock?"

(Cabalists): You say, "Is that so?"

"Well, whatever it is, it will hopefully be useful," Luna says. Offering a polite nod to Aife, she
adds, "Your services to the Lion are appreciated, blacksmith. What does the council owe for the
commission?"

(Cabalists): Nantafiria says, "Aye. The orrery of the spheres, it was called."

Knight Commander Luna Olahri says to you, in Albedi, "According to Ghada, apparently."

(Cabalists): You say, "Oh yes, I remember that title. Can't say I recall what the actual contents
were."

(Cabalists): Nantafiria says, "I'm having the same problem.. I think I'll go look for it somewhere."

You have emoted: Eleanor glances to Aife. "Fascinating." After a moment, she adds, "Ah, sorry about
the. Windows thing and all. It really wasn't at all your fault, you know."

Giving you an appraising glance, Luna frowns and adds, "You do not look well, Conduit."


"Similar material, she said." Aife, the blacksmith clarifies, resting her hands on her anvil and
leaning upon them. "Look, Dhasan, let's just.. well, it wasn't difficult work, and it was a good bit
of learning. So if we forget the whole broken glass deal." At this she darts a glance at you, "We
can call it even."

You have emoted: Eleanor gives a lopsided grin. "Occupational hazard," is her only explanation.

Knight Commander Luna Olahri says in an exotic tone to Aife, the blacksmith, "Done, blacksmith."

(Cabalists): Nantafiria says, ".. There."

Aife, the blacksmith nods her head at Luna.

(Cabalists): Nantafiria says, "Aye.. This book is about the one in the putoran hills."

You say, "I suppose we're off to see the orrery, then?"

You begin to follow Luna.

(Cabalists): You say, "Oh, I see. Yes, we filched some bits from that."

Knight Commander Luna Olahri says in an exotic tone, "I suppose so."

[walk walk walk]

(Cabalists): Nantafiria says, "So I heard. That shouldn't be a problem, anyway.. The thing would
only disrupt matters entirely."

You follow Luna to the north.
In the center of a vaulted hall.
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Dark and silent, a ruined orrery occupies much of the center of this chamber. A ruddy farmer with a
sharp pitchfork stands here, eyeing you warily. There are 2 cabalists of jherza here. A sigil in the
shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground.
You see exits leading north, east, south, and west.

(Cabalists): Nantafiria says, "But an orrery in our city itself? That is another matter entirely."

This ancient, weathered orrery is a towering construction of steel, brass and crystal, uneasily dead
and silent; it does not appear to be overtly damaged, or rusted beyond repair, but several
components seem to be missing and it does not move. A broad, sculpted central plate depicts Sapience
in fine detail, sporting forests of tiny brass trees and lakes of shining silver, interspersed with
bronze mountain peaks and tiny, sprawling obsidian cities. Four great metal rings are arrayed around
the central mechanism on rotating axes, while four curved plates surround the central sculpture on
circular tracks. A large brass switch protrudes from the innards of the machine, gleaming in the
light.

You have emoted: Eleanor leans heavily on her cane, the hand grasping it trembling slightly as she
peers up at the machine.

In a hushed tone, you say, "Well, would you look at that."

"An impressive construction, to be certain," Luna agrees. "According to the Sovereign, it extends
deep below the catacombs to the bedrock of the mountains."

You have emoted: Eleanor raises her eyebrows. "Hum, the boss knows a thing or two about it, does
he?"

Knight Commander Luna Olahri says in an exotic tone, "Perhaps. Who can truly tell? He divulges what
secrets he wish, I think."

You have emoted: Eleanor smirks a little. "Always pays to keep a card or three up your sleeve."

(Cabalists): Nantafiria says, "Could I see the thing? Or is it behind closed doors?"

(Cabalists): You say, "It's not. Come and find me, I'm standing under it right now."

You have emoted: Eleanor limps a bit closer to the machine, narrowed eyes taking in its various
details.


"A metaphor, Conduit?" Luna asks curiously, tilting her head slightly to one side. "I find I rarely
keep cards hidden on my person myself."

You have emoted: Without turning around, Eleanor holds a hand up- she makes a quick gesture, and
though she seemed to be emptyhanded a moment ago, a worn and dog-eared playing card is between her
fingers now. "Metaphorically and literally. You never know." She leans in to the orrery, carefully
sliding the card into a groove between two of its parts.


There is a soft, quiet 'snikt', and the card is shorn of half its length.

(Cabalists): Nantafiria says, "Oh my.."

Luna gives you a strange glance. "In any case," she continues, "we should see about getting this
screw affixed to the orrery. Myself, I am without much insight into matters of mechanics."

Nantafiria arrives from the east.

You have emoted: Eleanor tilts her head to the side, squinting at the machine. "Glorious workmanship,
 as one would expect. Egotistical gits, but meticulous ones. Look at how close this is."

You have emoted: Eleanor straightens up, returning the bisected card- now a one of spades,
apparently- to whence it came. "Ah, and an assistant, right on time." She nods at Nantafiria.

"Assistant," Nantafiria repeats, brows arching slowly. "Right." Without saying anything else, he
shifts his gaze over to the mechanism.

"I had wondered if that might be necessary," Luna says. "You do not seem to be in much of a state to
handle the handiwork yourself for the moment. Conduit."

Eyeing the wrench carefully, Haruspex Nantafiria Bharath says to Knight Commander Luna Olahri,
"Something needs to be screwed on?"

You have emoted: Eleanor gives a short bark of laughter, though the precise reason for it is
difficult to discern. "Yes, well, with any luck I won't end up full of metal a second time in as
many months. Pass that component here so I can have a good look at it?"

Nantafiria looks at Luna for a long moment before blinking in confusion, moving over towards you.
Nantafiria gives a Lgaktite-Jhako twining screw to you.

p mechanism
Roughly spiral in shape, this strange component seems to shift and twitch ceaselessly while
remaining entirely still.
It weighs 3 ounce(s).

Luna takes a few steps back from the orrery, looking about the vaulted hall as if thoroughly
uninterested in the proceedings with the machinery.

Lips pursing, Haruspex Nantafiria Bharath says, "I.. Think I'll look around for a moment."
Nantafiria leaves to the west.

You have emoted: Eleanor turns the article over in her fingers, squinting closely at it. "Hm,
alright. Well, I suppose I'm looking for where it goes, then." She takes a slow circuit around the
machine, squinting up at it.

Nantafiria arrives from the east.
Annoyedly, Haruspex Nantafiria Bharath frowns and says, ".. Ugh."

Nothing immediately leaps to the fore, though there are any number of likely-looking cavities and
holes for missing screws. A few particularly large ones are located towards the central core of the
mechanism, easily an arm's reach into the very heart of the stilled cogs and gears.

You have emoted: Muttering to herself, Eleanor limps her way around the machine. "Couldn't leave a
manual with the thing, could they. Component A, thread 1, watch your fingers..." She ducks a little
to get under one of the plates, moving closer to the heart of it. "Don't suppose the thing will
spring to life with this in it. Awful bad luck for the technician."

You have emoted: Eleanor peers at a particularly deeply-set potential spot. Tilting her head, she
eyes the gears that crowd ominously nearby. "You know, I think that could be it. Judging by the
shape."

"One can always hope, Conduit," Luna replies stoically, her voice echoing around the vaulted hall.
Nantafiria draws his eyebrows together, casting an annoyed glance northwards.

The screw quivers for a moment in your fingers, though moments later you cannot be sure it moved at
all.

You say, "Something-."

You have emoted: Eleanor looks down at the component she holds, seeming bemused.


Slowly, you say, "...something... bothering you, scholar?"

Apparently satisfied with her assessment of the surroundings, Luna wanders back to you, observing
you quietly, hands clasped behind her back.

"The doors to the north," Nantafiria answers, with a sigh. "They're far too large to have a mere
janitor's cabinet behind them.

You say, "I don't know, those Ankyreans..."

You have emoted: Eleanor gives a cheeky grin.


You say, "I know what you mean, though. One wonders if this beast will be at all related to that."

Nantafiria casts you a mildly bored glance.

Haruspex Nantafiria Bharath says, "Mm.. Well, probably is."

Haruspex Nantafiria Bharath says, "Perhaps it is the door's key, so to speak. A lever, only a
thousand times more intricate."

You have emoted: Eleanor leans more heavily on her cane, pointing with the component to the guts of
the machine. "I think that's it in there. I can probably reach, if neither of you particularly care
to do the honours..." she glances briefly at Luna and Nantafiria, assessing their perceptible levels
of interest in the task at hand.

"C'mon," Nantafiria says, shaking his head. "I'm taller.. And not canestricken, either."

"I will leave mechanical business to Cabalists, I think," Luna says impassively.


You have emoted: Eleanor nods. "Alright then, here you go." She hands a Lgaktite-Jhako twining
screw across to Nantafiria and steps back a little, pointing with her hand now. "You're aiming for
that sink right in the back. It'll need a few turns to go in, and, ah..." She glances at the cogs
nearby. "You may need to pull your hand back awful quick if it starts to move."


Nantafiria grimaces, nodding sternly at you. He reaches over, half-climbing into the enormous orrery
before he manages to actually reach the proper spot. "Where's the kelki when you need them.." he
grumbles, before finally clicking the piece in place.

Nantafiria puts a Lgaktite-Jhako twining screw into a towering, ruined orrery.

The orrery remains still and silent, but for a tiny, rather noticeable set of precise movements -
the screw completes a half-turn to the left, entirely unguided by any mortal hand, shifts to
protrude an inch from the casing, then burrows into it swiftly, sealing the bore without a hair's-
width of space left over.

The orrery emits a low, resonant CLUNK that seems to shiver off the dome overhead and the walls
around it.

Nantafiria swears loudly, quickly clambering away from the orrery.

"Curious," Luna comments. "It almost seems as if it had some will of its own."

You have emoted: Eleanor rears back instinctively as the component moves of its own accord, but when
no large Nantafiria-crushing movements are observed, she exhales slowly.


You say, "I've got no idea if that means it'll work."

You say, "We could try pulling the lever, I suppose."

Brushing off his sleeves with a huffy frown, Haruspex Nantafiria Bharath says, "I'm okay, thank you.
"

You have emoted: Eleanor takes a few more paces back, still limping. "Looks like that was the place,
in any case. Good work, scholar."

Nantafiria nods slowly, keeping his distance from the machine even if it remains still. ".. So," he
simply says. "Now what."

You have emoted: Eleanor nods toward the lever. "Test it."

"Yes," Luna agrees, offering a slight, polite nod towards Nantafiria and you. "Good work, Cabalists.
The lack of explosions should be taken as a bonus, I suppose."

You say, "Explosions are usually pretty conclusive evidence to something working or not working. I'm
not sure what to make of a 'clunk'."

Nantafiria reaches into the depths of the ruined orrery and yanks on a large, brass switch
expectantly.

The orrery responds with a sad little clunk and no further sign of change.

You have emoted: Eleanor purses her lips. "Hrm. Looks like we still need more bits."


"I'm pretty sure I know what that means," Nantafiria says, dryly.

Knight Commander Luna Olahri says in an exotic tone, "Unfortunate. Well, perhaps someone else will
have a lucky find in time."

You say, "Did we ask Qeddwyn if he knew anything about it?"

You say, "Poor sod's our only real fallback for these things."

Haruspex Nantafiria Bharath says, "If he did, he would've told us two centuries ago."

Knight Commander Luna Olahri says in an exotic tone, "Yes. He did not, but mentioned it was part of
the work of another Conclave, probably."

Flatly, you say, "You think so, do you?"

Simply, Haruspex Nantafiria Bharath says, "I think so."

You say, "He's never been particularly forthcoming with things in the past."

You say, "Always comes up as a sort of, oh yes I remember that you should have asked me about it
kind of thing."

You have emoted: Eleanor leans on her cane, peering upward at the looming bulk of the silent machine.
 "And a lot of the time he doesn't want to remember. Can't rightly blame him, what he's been through."

Knight Commander Luna Olahri says in an exotic tone, "I suppose not. Still, it would be helpful if
he would be more forthcoming with his knowledge."

[Luna then legged it and we were back in the middle of the citadel before I could get 'lose luna' down the line.]

Nantafiria arrives from the down.
Nantafiria begins to follow you.

You say, "Good grief."

"I'm not so sure," Nantafiria considers, shaking his head. "I suspect that often, he has good reason
to remain quiet."


You say, "Mm, there is that, as well."

You have emoted: Eleanor taps her cane thoughtfully on the stone underfoot. "I suppose he'll tell us
when he's good and ready."

Haruspex Nantafiria Bharath says, "I do wonder what sort of crystal they used, though.."

You say, "Hm? Crystal?"

Haruspex Nantafiria Bharath says, "It can't have been the crystal the Sciomancers and the Ascendril
have, it must be something different."

Haruspex Nantafiria Bharath says, "You didn't notice? The thing had all sorts of materials."

You say, "I suppose I wasn't examining it for materials so much as function. Curious, very curious."

Grimacing, Haruspex Nantafiria Bharath says, "Figure we won't know it's function until, well..
Y'know."

You have emoted: Eleanor squints along the corridor. "I believe I may attempt an audience with Him
of the Wind, see what He has to say on the matter." She taps her cane against the floor smartly.
"And that means I need a stiff drink."


Nantafiria follows you to the west.
Brass Monkey Imports. (lost)
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Leaning calmly on his staff, a Guardian of the Master Crystal stands here. A sigil in the shape of a
small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A large obsidian-framed fireplace has been set into
the western wall.  You see a sign here instructing you that WARES is the command to see what is for
sale.
You see exits leading east (open pine door) and down (closed pine door).

Haruspex Nantafiria Bharath says, "Y'know, I've never even seen Him."
Haruspex Nantafiria Bharath asks, "What's He like?"

You have emoted: Eleanor limps her way across to the bar. "Honey bourbon for me and Him, and..." she
glances to Nantafiria, eyebrows expectantly raised.


"Something simple, please," Nantafiria requests, with a nod.

Turning back to the bartender, you say, "And some of the terrace vodka for this lad."

You have emoted: Eleanor is handed two glasses- the third, for Nantafiria, remains on the bar as she
limps her way across to a table near the back, setting the vessels she holds down carefully and
taking a seat.

You say, "As to what He's like..."

You have emoted: Eleanor takes a slow sip from the glass she set down near herself, the other
resting across the table from her. "You'll see."

Nantafiria takes the glass off of the bar, settling down next to you. "Okay then.."

"Who've you got here, Conduit?" A voice like the grinding of a crypt inquires, and all at once
Maghak is seating Himself across from Eleanor, setting the still air of the shop roiling by virtue
of His mere presence.

Maghak eyes Nantafiria dubiously, settling a meaty hand around His drink.


You have emoted: Eleanor raises her glass in something of a salute. "This would be scholar
Nantafiria. Guildmate. Ex-Ascendril."

Nantafiria nods his head at you, and then at Maghak.

Maghak gives a hoarse chuckle, shaking His head slightly. "Pleasure is Mine." He informs Nantafiria
drily, taking an appreciative gulp from His glass.

You have emoted: Eleanor tilts her glass, watching the light play off the golden-brown fluid within.
"Got a look at that beast of a thing under the Catacombs just now. Magnificent workmanship."


Nantafiria's lips twist up in a smirk, which remains in place even as he takes a sip of vodka.

With a nod, Maghak says to you, "Old, old work. Doubt it was just the Ankyreans who tinkered with it.
 S'got a.. something extra, to it. Sure you noticed it, perceptive woman like yerself." He pauses.
His tone is smooth and innocent as He queries, "How's your head?"

Nantafiria's brows arch up, and then down, a hand moving to rub his chin.

You have emoted: Eleanor gives a small, crooked smile. "On the mend. Been a while since I took a
tumble like that, so in some way it's almost refreshing." She takes a sip of her drink. "Insofar as
being thrown arse over tit and shot full of metal can be refreshing," she adds as an afterthought.


Shifting in His seat, Maghak, the Sovereign says, "Well, now, if you don't get to do it often, it
might be such. Nothing quite as bracing as a shower of white-hot metal fragments, I'm told."

You have emoted: Eleanor gives a toothsome grin. "I might ask who told You that, but perhaps I don't
want to know." She shakes her head, bringing herself back to the topic at hand. "There certainly is
something about that machine. Shame I'm not much of a... what's the word, chronologist? I'd need to
do a lot more research to plot just who'd have been about to have a crack at it."


Nantafiria casts you a pensive glance, brows drawn together even still.
Maghak pokes a meaty finger in Nantafiria's direction, spilling some of His drink with the sudden
movement. "You." He grunts. "Speak up. Got a bunch of thoughts behind those pursed lips. Let 'em out
before you rupture something."

You have emoted: Eleanor cuts her gaze across to Nantafiria, her expression unreadable.

"Spinesreach was built by the Ankyreans," Nantafiria states, monotonously. "They lived here all by
themselves.. The Grand Artifice happened, and Spinesreach lay sealed for a century before being
rediscovered. After being unsealed, the city would've been too busy for such a large thing to go
unnoticed." He takes an idle sip of vodka. "If the thing wasn't built by the Ankyreans alone.. One
of these facts must be wrong."

Maghak gives you a silent, questioning look, drink paused a few inches from His lips.

You have emoted: Eleanor bounces a similar look back at Maghak, but then simply raises her eyebrows
and busies herself with a sip of her drink.

After a pause, Maghak, the Sovereign asks, "You familiar with the idea of Divinity, boy?"
Dryly, Haruspex Nantafiria Bharath says, "I would've been a lot more surprised by someone just
appearing in this place if I wasn't."

Grunting, Maghak, the Sovereign says, "City of Syssin, and you're surprised by invisible folk. Not
sure if you're rearing them proper, Conduit."

With a grin, you say, "Don't look at me, I said he was ex-Ascendril."

"Bit of a handicap to get past, I suppose." Maghak takes a drink, returning His turbulent gaze to
Nantafiria. "I meant My Brother, or one of My kin, were involved. Can taste it in the air around the
beast. Feel it when it breathes. Not something easily explained."

You have emoted: Eleanor makes a noise to the affirmative into her bourbon. "Has that mind-of-its-
own business going on, too. Bit like our clock, actually. Got a fright when the component jumped
into place."

"Dammit," Nantafiria mutters, shoulders slumping. "That doesn't make things easier at all."

Maghak snorts, violently, and claps a heavy hand against the tabletop. "Real sorry about that." He
growls with rather malicious amusement, baring His teeth at Nantafiria. "Let Me just get out My
magic wand and make history's little kinks disappear, eh?"

Deadpan, you say, "Hey, can I have a go at that thing after you're done?"

Maghak, the Sovereign says, "With your track record, Conduit, you'd be picking it out of your bloody
nostril within the hour."

You have emoted: Eleanor gives a short bark of laughter, raising her glass. "Alright, pay that," she
concedes, and takes a sip.


"'s not the history I'm concerned with," Nantafiria states, with a grunt, taking a long sip of vodka.
 "'s just the key to repairing the thing. It'll be -our- orrery once it's finished."

"Wonder what the orrery will have t'say about that." Maghak retorts good-naturedly, leaning back
until His chair groans in protest.

Shrugging, Haruspex Nantafiria Bharath says, "Won't know 'till it's repaired."

You say, "That's a curious thought, as an aside- did you hear that our clock spoke to us right
before it broke everything and exploded a bit?"

Maghak's humour fades, rather suddenly, and the feet of His chair hit the ground with a click as He
sits forward. "Spoke?" He almost growls, peering at you intently.

Nantafiria falls silent, turning his head towards you.

You have emoted: Eleanor makes a sound to the affirmative, pausing to wet her tongue with another
sip of bourbon. "Mm. Four hundred and fifty-two 'units since epoch' is what it said, whatever that
means."

Maghak seems to relax somewhat, and the almost unnoticeable shiver of electricity in the air earths
itself across the table in a series of small, snapping sparks. "Epoch." He muses, heavy brow
furrowed. "Which one, I wonder? Clock's an old thing, right?"

You say, "At least as old as the Old Cabal."

You have emoted: Eleanor considers her drink. "At least," she reiterates.

Maghak's interest rapidly wanes, and He waves a hand at you. "I see. Something to be explored. Might
resonate with the new orrery."

You say, "Well, they certainly seem to have a lot in common."

You have emoted: Eleanor tilts her glass toward Maghak. "Luna said you had some comment to make on
how big it was? Extending below the floor or something."

"Gotta understand something." This comes grudgingly, as though Maghak's words are not something He
would choose to speak. He eyes you. "I can feel it, burrowing into the guts of the bedrock. But it's
a cold and fickle sight. The Earth is not Mine."

You have emoted: Eleanor foregoes comment on that one, simply ruminating solemnly on the statement
for a time.

After a while, you say, "...Can You see how deep it goes in its entirety?"

Shortly, Maghak, the Sovereign says, "No."

Nantafiria heaves a small sigh before curling his lips into a weary grin. "Sounds like we can almost
plan a family reunion, it does."

You have emoted: Eleanor's brows draw together in a familiar expression of intense thought. "Wonder
why they'd crack so deep," she mumbles to herself.

Maghak stands, ill-humored and dark of expression, and pushes His chair back to the table. The drink
stands unfinished on its surface. "Pleasure as always, Conduit." He grunts, tipping His hat curtly.
"Talk more, later."

The shifting currents of air around Maghak abruptly intensify, and without fanfare He dissipates
into them and vanishes in a heartbeat.

You say, "Well, well. That -is- curious."

Haruspex Nantafiria Bharath wryly says, "He's a God. Were you expecting anything else?"

You have emoted: Eleanor quirks an eyebrow. "What're you getting at? That was a damnsight more
informative than any conversation I've ever had with Her of the Mystery."

"Not knowing things tends to make me more curious than being told things," Nantafiria replies,
arching a brow of his own.

You have emoted: "Knowing things tends to make me more informed than being left in the dark,"
Eleanor counters smoothly.


"Yes," Nantafiria answers, with a lazy shrug. "But even now, we're in the dark. Sort of."

You have emoted: Eleanor smirks. "What did you expect?"


Haruspex Nantafiria Bharath wryly says, ".. That's my line."

You say, "Be that as it may, there's a difference between a directionless question and a lead."

You have emoted: Eleanor narrows her eyes at the abandoned glass across from her as she sips from
her own- there is a satisfied and intent smile on her lips as she adds, "And what we have is leads.
"


"Indeed," Nantafiria agrees, with a nod.

You have emoted: Eleanor throws back the rest of her glass of bourbon and then slowly gets to her
feet, leaning heavily on her cane.

You say, "Well, I've got some things to think on now- imagine you do too."

Nodding, Haruspex Nantafiria Bharath says, "Yeah.. Figure I do."

You say, "See you later, scholar."


Western Basilica. (Spinesreach.?)