Miraluna

Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!

Fuck fuck fuck.

Miraluna casually exited the small shop in the Mage district. She gave a little wave to the people inside and smiled. As soon as she was out of sight though she vanished from view and sprinted as fast as she could. 

“Do you have a criminal record? We’re part of the Alliance now. We can check to see if you’re telling the truth.”

Of course they have connections. Miraluna rounded a corner and scrambled over a short wall. How could they not? She cursed at herself again that her lack of planning would wreck everything. Small ripples formed on the canal surface as she ran a short distance across the surface of the water. At least it’s night and paperwork doesn’t get processed so fast.

She unhooks a grapple and throws it onto the nearby rooftop. She scurries up the side of the building, making sure no guards can see. The lock on the window was simple to disarm. Like a shadow she entered the office and found her target cabinet.

Blackheart.. Blackoath.. Blackwind.. Black..there! She tugged the file out and flipped through it. Several papers she yanked out and stuffed into her pocket. She pulled out a small gem and the ink swirled under it and changed to some nicer words about her. 

Mira put everything back into place and exitied hastily. Happy that everything was as it should be.

“My record’s clean.” “Because it’s empty or because it’s been erased?”

Ugh...

That was the best way to describe it. All the picture books always showed rogues as dazzling and beautiful. They never showed this part of it.

Mira shimmied along the too warm pipe under the stone floors of the city. Decades of moist accumulated dust got everywhere in her tight leather armor. Her sweat made it stick to her terribly. Her normally shiny purple hair clung to her face. 1100 meters of crawling across pipes. She knew the payday would be worth it but she’d need a dozen baths once this was over. 

Finally the grate she was looking for. Praying that she counted right she wiggled a small mithril wand from its strap on her leg and stuck it through the vent. She tapped it twice as she checked the room over. No people. As expected but you always have to be careful. She pushed the grate open and shimmied up through the small hole in the floor and into the records room.

There was little light in the room but her Elven eyes compensated for that. She padded silently along the rows of boxes until she found the one she wanted. She opened the lid and rifled through the papers inside until she found the one she wanted. She didn’t know what beef someone had with the Ardent Knights but without their guild charter it was going to make business difficult. She started to put the papers away when she saw the charter behind the one she was looking for and it gave her pause. 

Ardent Tetrology. And the names on the guild charter... The paper was years old and the guild was listed as decomissioned but it was the first lead in decades. She rolled up both charters and slid them in a hidden pocket before putting everything else back where it belonged.

It was going to take some research but Mira was excited to find that woman. She slithered back into the steam grate and closed it behind herself.