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[h1][color=fff200][url=http://image.ibb.co/jqLASx/421ac45a9675cd0dbe3cb1120dbbc8fb.jpg]Mercaidi Kin'Myla[/url][/color][/h1][h3][color=fff200]of the Shir-Lalancanne[/color] [/h3][/center]

[color=fff200]~[u]abandoned well, secret meeting.[/u][/color] 
[color=fff200]~[u]Bradles Worth, Lake Victorine[/u][/color]

And so she broke the seal and read over the letter. It truly was the Matron's hand writing, she had seen it countless times before and in fact, she had seen the Matron herself write. There was no mistaking the upward strokes in those certain vowels.

Upon full read and digesting of the contents, of course, there were things that did not sit well with Mercie; they never did when she receeived a hand-written scroll from the Matron. The ones that stood out most were one; The Grand Duke of Estorna's involvement, especially with 'twisting the arm' of such an prolific figure head. And two; Mercie was to be accompanied with a lone member of her Underhanded group. Why not just meet there? Mercaidi Kin'Myla needed no babysitter and no reminder of past heart-aches. But alas, such was the Matron's will. And such was it necessary for Mercie to look non-plussed even though she was seething inside.

The scroll she rolled up and tucked into her garments; it would disposed of properly in time. Yellow-orange eyes looked off into the distance momentarily, then shifted back in the direction of Gianna, meeting the taller woman's gaze. [color=fff200]"Then you already know where we are headed and what the [i]mark[/i] is, sister,"[/color] a single step closer she came, chin lowered slightly now, [color=fff200]"you may lead the expedition there. I will lead the execution of our task. Dearest Sister..."[/color]

This was not a warning nor threat, no, it was just how things were in the Underhanded; Mercie 'out-ranked' Gianna and thusly was able to demand such things. But as to if they were played out as such or not? Well...

[color=fff200]"Allow me some time to fittingly dispose of my life as a servant girl here, Gianna. One day's time we shall meet at the shed near Darlington Bridge. We leave under cover of night."[/color]

After a moment's pause to gauge the blonde Fae-Elf's reaction and disposition, Mercie then slowly reached for the blonde's hand to gently hold and caress it. 

[color=fff200]"I'm sure we shall have much time to catch up, Gianna... and I'm sure you shall have much to tell about that gemstone in your forehead, the trinket at your breast,"[/color] a teasing smile now broke free from Mercie's lips and a fond glint was found now in her eye, [color=fff200]"and just who this [i]unlucky person[/i] is and just why you would ever consider such madness as to get hitched up for life with them..." [/color]