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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 2, 2020 16:45:34 GMT
Ceutinde's private quarters on the third floor consist only of three rooms, but they're some rooms. A study, the only one of the three that most visitors see, with walls lined in bookshelves and risque art. A bedroom, the bed itself a massive custom job that had to be built entirely in the room, with multiple wardrobes. And a privy with running water, the "bath" large enough to fit half a dozen if they don't mind squeezing in.
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 9, 2020 22:24:20 GMT
Ceutinde arrived in her study and pulled out every record she might have mentioned Gregori Distennian. As she read, she called in any employee that might have serviced him over the years. She sought every bit of information she could find. Sexual proclivities, associates (open or clandestine), business interests on the less-than-legal side, anything.
(Espionage 70)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 9, 2020 22:36:39 GMT
It doesn’t take long to receive a fairly comprehensive report (PM).
1 experience
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 13, 2020 18:57:36 GMT
Ceutinde returned to her study, poured a glass of wine, and sent for Carl Spurrier. She began writing a short message for Nigel while she waited.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 13, 2020 21:26:57 GMT
After a short while Carl arrived, his nervous energy evident. He had always been rather springy. “Milady,” he said with a sweep of his hat. “I’m continuing research on our new friend. I’ve sent two agents to his original home to see if we can dig something else up.”
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 14, 2020 15:58:37 GMT
"You always know what I'm going to ask before I do, Carl dear." She poured a second glass of wine and slid it toward him. "To the same end, I thought we ought to find out who exactly it was passing on shipping information to him. Probably best if that little well goes dry."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 14, 2020 16:42:02 GMT
Carl took a drink. “I had a thought on that. That ship’s captain you came back with, Demeter,” he swirled his glass and took another drink, “she’s got family contacts up and down the coast. I’m willing to bet we could enlist her into our efforts. I’ll get a list of the harbor masters and see if we can shake any of them for info.”
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 14, 2020 16:56:00 GMT
"You do that. I'll pay Demeter a visit personally. And then we'd thought of perhaps starting a bit of a whisper campaign against old Greggy. Say the Mint turned away some of his gold, that it's no good, barely more than electrum, that kind of thing. Similar stories about his reagents. What do you think?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 14, 2020 17:04:56 GMT
Carl thought it over. “It’s a workable task,” he said, “spreading those rumors, but it may bring more heat on us than we want if he or his allies find out, and we don’t know the full extent of his networks. It may blow back on the charity if there’s an appearance you’re playing politics too hard, don’t you think?”
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 14, 2020 17:21:51 GMT
She nodded. The charity was what mattered most, after all. "A fair point. What if it only came through completely deniable sources? It's nothing to us if Nigel Thornheart starts complaining loudly, for example."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 14, 2020 17:29:09 GMT
Carl nodded. “That’s much wiser. We could win the battle against this merchant and lose the war against public support if we aren’t careful. I could drop some information into one of his rival’s ears as well and let them take it from there. I know some people who wouldn’t come back on us.”
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 14, 2020 17:46:46 GMT
"Perfect. Let me just finish this..." She signed the note that she had written up, folded it, and sealed it using wax and one of several rather graphic stamps. "Have someone get this to Nigel - it's just an invitation, so no need for any secrecy - and have your people do some talking. Oh, and when you start looking into the shipping information leaks, I don't want anyone killed. We might need some of his former sources to testify before long."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 14, 2020 18:27:00 GMT
Carl smiles his hand in the cookie jar smile and nodded. “Of course, no killing,” he agreed. “I’ll have Beatrice deliver this to Nigel; he reacts better to everything with breasts. We’ll be Spreading the good word across the city by morning,” he promised. “Just don’t go anywhere alone. These people hVe a habit of ferreting our even the best hidden rumors.”
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 14, 2020 18:34:35 GMT
"You have my word, there will be bodyguards with me for the smallest errand." Ceutinde replied with a roll of her eyes before taking a sip of wine. "I would protest that you worry too much, but that's exactly what I pay you for." She rose from the desk, sighing. "I'm going to stretch my legs. On the grounds, of course."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 14, 2020 18:49:49 GMT
Carl nodded. “Can’t have the bearer of the coins go missing, bad business that,” he said. “I’ll see you once it’s done,” he said as he quickly left.
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