Sedaia's Residence

[Sedaia]

Sedaia's mansion is built on the ashes of the noble house of RaMort. As the last successor to the property, she 'sold' the house to one of her many aliases. Wanting to have a set of eyes at noble functions in the city, but not wanting the exposure of attending them herself, she elevated her most trusted spy (and coincidentally his extensive family) to the ranks of nobility so that they could report to her. The mansion is huge and mazelike, riddled with tapestry concealed secret doors and passageways that loop in circles. It is unassailable and easy to escape from. It is also made entirely of stone to guard from fires. A chill draft blows down its dark, gray halls, and innumerable balconies look out on the streets at every angle, adjoining countless bedrooms.

Sedaia had come to this house to sleep for the night, as she usually did. She slept late the next morning, having stayed awake so late into the night. After preparing herself for the day, she wandered down to the kitchens to get something to eat.

[Sedaia]

This morning, Sedaia wore a slim, attractive blue summer dress, slippers, and silver jewelry. She couldn't carry as many knives in this outfit, but she still had an absurd number on her person. In addition to this, she wore the stolen cape, rolled neatly at her shoulders so that the hem did not drag foolishly on the ground.
She also carried the Book that had been delivered to her, which listed her sins. She had scanned through it when she woke this morning.

Sedaia walked strait to the cupboards as she entered the kitchen. It was her home. She knew where everything was. Some of the scullery maids looked up at her in silence, working hard, but Mirianda, the head cook, moved towards her as though to cut her off.

"And hwhat do you think hyou are doing, missus?" She said archly, a smile playing about her lips.

Sedaia feigned surliness, "Eating." she grunted, reaching for the handle of the cupboard where she knew there were often jams and honeys. Mirianda gave five sharp tsks, placing her balled fists upon motherly hips, and peering down her nose imperially. "Breakfast," she said informatively, "shall be served twhenty minutes."

Sedaia swung the cupboard open, and as to her expectations, there was a not a single pot of jam or honey inside. Mirianda spoke up before Sedaia could: "No hexceptions."

"Indeed. But how poorly stocked the larder seems to be this morning..." Sedaia grieved. She sensed mischief in the eyes of the matriarch of maids. "Perhaps you heard I was in?"

"No hexceptions." Mirianda simply repeated, stalking away. It was a game they played often. Mirianda always seemed to think that if she tried hard enough she could convince Sedaia to stay for dinner. No such luck. Sedaia waited until Mirianda wasn't looking, then crouched down and dug a sealed jar of honey our from behind the heavy pots and pans. Kept for emergencies.

Grabbing a fresh bun on her way out of the Kitchen, Sedaia made her way to the breakfast area, surrounded by high windows, open now to let in the cool of morning. The table was already set with glasses and silverware, and pitchers of water stood ready on a side table. Sedaia poured herself some and devoured her light breakfast, waiting. She did not have to wait long.

"We found him, my Lady." Said a voice over her right shoulder. The voice was haggard and tired.

"Report."

"Mikasi Inu. High Spirits Tap and Theatre. People say he's crazy. A stage magician, says he can speak with the dead. Common belief holds that he is a charlatan with no real power, a trickster and a manipulator. I could find no deeper information beyond commonly held rumors. There is an advertisement for his building in the newspaper today."

"Good enough. How about the other?"

"Ten people claimed they spotted him in the night. None of these leads holds up. He is a homeless rogue, and we cannot track him."

"That's not good enough."

She heard, in the silence, as the man abased himself. "I am sorry my Lady."

Sedaia sighed. "Thank you then. That will be all. Get some rest." Dismissed, the spy vanished.

Sedaia patted the book in her hidden pocket. Mikasi. If he had no power, then he was one hell of a spy. Either way, he knew too much. He had to be made silent. Whether by threats, by recruitment, or by death. His knowledge must never pass his lips. On top of that, he was dangerous. The explosian he had caused for his disappearence almost hurt her. That could not be tolerated. It made her look weak.

Sedaia rose after her meal and left the house, headed for the High Spirits.