The fae chugged down a mug of ale, tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear. As she promised, she was in Mag's form with a different hair cut. Maar yawned, exhausted. She hadn't slept at all. She had traveled by using shadows towards Darken Vei. In the morning, she made her way towards the temple devoted to the diety of History and Knowledge. There the cities library was kept, and where Maar was certain she would find information on the lady. Of course, the guise as a child, or a girl for the matter, was most suspicious. Therefore, she changed her guise to a priest from the capitol with the excuse that she wished to research information using
Her plan worked smoothly. She was kindly escorted down into the depths of their archives. Once the fae was in solitude, Maar searched for the Nobility Record Book. It didn't take her long to find the volume. In an elegantly bound leather volume with vividly colored pages, the giant book was displayed neatly on a table on a small podium of its own. The real work was searching through it.
Iblon.
Maar began with major cities in Connloath. After all, that was the kingdom the lord who had hired them was from. The fae found the name filed under a province from Uthlyn.
Lillith Trianna Jybil Iblon.
Interested, the fae flipped through the pages until she reached Darken Vei. Iblon was visiting friends, but whom? Generally, nobles stayed with family. It didn't take Maar very long to discover that the lady had a distant cousin who was married to a noble who lived in the city. Her research done, the fae left the archives, thanking the priests as she left.
It wasn't until afterwards that they had forgotten that the mysterious priest had failed to provide them with a name.
Iblon was not a guest of her cousin's home. Maar had slipped into the house under the guise of a servent girl. The fae then travelled through the house through the shadows, but there was no sign of Iblon's presense anywhere, nor evidence of her stay. Frustrated, but not discouraged, Maar had ran about the noble side of the city as a runner, asking around casually for the Lady Iblon. Everyone pointed her towards Lillith's married cousin- Lillith herself didn't seem to be there.
Meaning she's hiding in the city, Maar mused as she took another bite of her gruel.
Clever bandits, for withholding that information from her. However, the fae wasn't down on her spirits at the least. The woman was desperately waiting for cargo, after all. She was still within the cities boundaries, and would no doubt wait a little while longer until she had figured out that something was drastically wrong.
Perhaps the King has picked up something interesting, too.
