Survivors

[Anastasia]

Ooooooh. I thought you meant talking to them to see what to do with it, as in advice. Okay, okay. I get it now.  None of them have any need of those.

[Nephrite]

Okay. Then let me take care of a loot post and we can move on to whatever.

[Anastasia]

Sure, post back here when you're good.

[Nephrite]

It's all sorted out.

[Anastasia]

You go up to see to things. Midway you run right into Kaja, "Moore," he says, "We need to talk. My services are being requested elsewhere."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "By whom?"

[Anastasia]

"Domiel's slayers want me to help them in assassinating a dragon who supports the efreet," Kaja says, "Our work got attention."

[Nephrite]

Moore taps his chin.

"I'll allow it on one condition. You promise you'll come back to me in one piece, alive." Moore says. "And, obviously, that you come back in the first place." He smiles. "I don't want you being head-hunted."

[Anastasia]

The smile you get is all teeth, a faint wisp of gray smoke coming from between them. "You may wish to pass that on to Lord Erathaol. There are many who need someone who can do that to a dragon or other evil-kin. Best to have it be known that it is his territory and not to be poached from."

[Nephrite]

A harrumph as Moore runs a hand through his hair in a melodramatic fashion.

"I'll make sure it's settled." Moore says with a smile. "You know, you would have an easier time of success if I just went with you."

[Anastasia]

"Can you?" Kaja asks, chuckling, "Or are you previously spoken for here? The letter did only request my presence."

[Nephrite]

"Then why don't we go ask Lord Domiel himself?" Moore asks, with a smile. "I'm actually in the process of having some tools created for communication, so this is as good as any time to have them made."

[Anastasia]

"Well, I'm not reporting directly to him, but to a..." A glance at the letter, "Madeliel."

[Nephrite]

Take 10 on K:P for 91 on who this is!!! Besides someone working for Domiel.

[Anastasia]

Doesn't ring a bell, oddly enough. If it's someone, they're either painfully obscure, not known at all, renamed or something otherwise obscuring their identity.