The currents of fog began to burn away as first hues of sunlight crept over the horizon, revealing the lamplighters as they skirted across the cobbled streets snuffing out the lamps before their masters awoke to enjoy the newspaper and a cup of coffee. Their faces glistened like the cobble; the yellow light reflected in their moist, dirt-streaked faces.
Father Collins had completed his work at the party, finding little else of significance. Pocketing some shortbread in a napkin, he returned home. He was just in time to receive Lindion's note. He went to her home immediately.
He was once greeted by Lindion herself and ushered into the sitting room. They discussed the events of the evening. Lindion didn't waste much time asking Father Collins to perform a small function on her behalf. She wanted him to examine her and the blade, which she presented to him, for any signs of magic. When he found no obvious signs of spells of magic, he turned his attention to the assassin's blade. The weapon showed no signs of enchantment but did appear to Father Collins gnomish eyes as a superior and complex weapon. Lindion then insisted Father Collins take the weapon with him and do with it as he saw fit.
Thus, concluding her business, Lindion fell into an exhausted sleep. The sleeping draft she had prepared worked even better then she hoped, and she found herself deep in sleep. She awoke some time later to the announcement of Dr Psmith.
Dr Psmith had spent the early hours looking into the Bridgerton's and rumors surrounding them. He found a great many things, but nothing very definitive. The newspapers and gossip rags all speculated on the nature of the attack, the thefts and leveraged all kinds of suppositions. But as this appeared to be a series of unfortunate events without a simple solution, Dr Psmith had concluded his research and ventured to the house of his latest patient, Lindion Mavienness. The good doctor discussed the events with Lindion as well, telling her that she was seen taking the knife by witnesses. She told him that she no longer possessed it and assured him it was taken care of. Dr Psmith was more than a little excited to continue his examination and unravel the Eldren eccentricities, perhaps even rendering a solution to coping or dealing with them.
Complications
Yuko was startled by the arrival of Arthur Belebrante. He had had the worst of times getting past the Constables, servants and a particularly bulldog of a newspaper boy. Yuko was anxious to know what had occurred and to talk of the future. The attack by the assassin boded of something far sinister. Implicating the Royal family seemed a most reckless thing to do, arrogant and dangerous. Such words could easily undo all the work they had done. Yuko was determined to find the people involved in this attack as she was thoroughly convinced it was by the hand of Newhavenite. But Arthur was not so convinced. Yuko's actions to form a peace treaty with Newhaven could be seen as a traitorous act by the less sympathetic of her clans. The bad blood that had been shed would have been swept under the carpet and forgotten. The North was not so stable in its rule as many would have liked to think. Perhaps one of those clans had thought it better to resolve their feuds with blood instead of pen and ink. Their conversation proved only that they knew little. Arthur thought it best to retire for the night and think on this once they had rested. Yuko handed Arthur a letter for her brother and a letter for the Lorieth family. Arthur took both and promised to post them. But his concern was evident. This bold action could be stymied or aggravated. Everyone was watching now, for better or worse.
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