✍️ + Neve Gallus
✍️ + Rana Savas
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I'm going to combine these and make myself do a like drabble for them since they work well against one another...
It was a clue, or a fraction of a clue. Most ended up like this, a whisper from someone's great aunt's fishmonger. Those leads could end up striking true, or she could find herself in a dark alleyway with an illicit milliner operation ran by what she assumes was three rats in a trench coat.
Neve waited on an outcropping off to the side and high above, but she was able to watch the docks. One could always tell when red lyrium was being smuggled in, the fade felt weird and the boxes were always sealed more than any sort of jewel to protect those who operate in the material from falling victim to it's song.
Sitting on a large boulder, one leg crossed over the other as she watched, occasionally looking down to write in her small pocket journal. Making note the pages were filling up and she'd need a new one soon. Jumping from her thoughts as she heard footsteps approaching, hand on her stave, luckily noticing who had joined her before she froze them.
"Rana. I wasn't expecting company for this picnic."
"Why am I not surprised to see you here? Following a lead?"
The Templar crossed her arms for a moment before her hands sat on either hip as she looked over at the dock the cliff overlooked. "I noticed the patrol for this dock was assigned on a different watch, so I thought either it was an uneventful posting or-"
"Or someone higher up didn't want it to be watched." The detective took mental note of the strange coincidence, looking over once more as a small fishing boat was approaching the dock.
Rana sighed for a moment, a hand pressing the bridge of her nose. "And if you're here, it means something is bound to happen." She never could figure out Neve's leads, but she trusted her friend to know which leads were legit and which weren't. "Just this time, make sure some of the dock is left?"
Neve smirked as she shifted weight onto her foot, taking pressure of her prosthetic for a moment. "No guarantees, but I will make sure the fish remain unscathed."