[center][color=fff79a][h1]Illedrith Adrasia[/h1][/color][/center]
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[color=004b80]"I could...sneak in and take a look...?"[/color]

Illedrith smiled, this was exactly the kind of proactive approach she was looking for! Of course, Ceri was well suited to the task, and in fact reasonably skilled at the process, having done reconnaissance for Mis on more than one of their previous jobs where necessary.

[color=a36209]"I think that's a good idea."[/color]

[color=fff79a]"I agree. As normal, take these. [Mirrors of the World]!"[/color]

Mis nodded with agreement with Flavia and held her hands out towards Ceri, a small handheld mirror shimmering into existence on each hand, and each showing the field of view of the other.

[color=fff79a]"Remember, no sound through these, only light and any objects you can push through them. If you need help, let us know."[/color]

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Inside the townhouse, a quartet of identically dressed and well-built men met their newest guest and his...wares...on the first floor. One of them split off to lead the procession of hooded figures down into the basement, while the others bowed their heads as their leader spoke.

[color=f7976a]"Mr Lyric, do forgive my colleague earlier, you can surely understand that we can't do business out on the street. Please, follow us up to the meeting room on the floor above and we can get acquainted."[/color]

The man gestured at the staircase, clearly indicating that he would show him up if he was interested.

[color=f7976a]"I take it this won't be the last time we'll be doing business with your esteemed self."[/color]