Kashvi's time with the Nightmaster had been brief. He had been happy to toke her money but he had refused to give her a writ. Writs were official guild permission for burglary. Word was that they came down from the big three, another tool in their seemingly infinite arsenal of influence and power. Immunity from robbery was probably a more profitable stream of income than the twenty five percent cut the guild took from thefts. Burglary was Kashvi's stock and trade and a good score could set her up for a week or more. Normally it wasnt a problem to get a writ, but tonight she had been sent to the planning room for some kind of assignment. Such assignments were rare, but as a service to the guild it would clear her dues for the month which in turn would net her a substantial profit. Cooling her heels was not how a woman who had once been known as the Tigress of Maharastra cared to spend her time. She wasn't made for idleness, but obviously had been the first to reach the planning room. The room itself wasn't impressive save for a large table with a raised lip which had been filled with witch sand. Witch sand was painstakingly enchanted so that it could be formed by a practiced user into any image one could imagine. In the planning room it could be used to create models of buildings or streets that were of interest for a particularly tricky heist or job. Kashvi had amused herself creating miniature elephants trampling even more miniature men for several minutes before giving it up as a bad bargain. Even such minor use of magic was taxing and her skills were that of a dilettante rather than an adept. She had no idea what the job was or who she would be partnered with. To make matters worse she was exhausted from the fight, now that the adrenaline had faded she was tired and her fists and feet ached from the blows she had delivered. She wanted to be back home and getting some sleep. It was already too late to pull a job in darkness tonight and she doubted whatever she was about to be asked to do would be a daytime job.