Lessons in Espionage
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With the arrival of the woman who turned out to be Brynhildrs sister Moira couldn't wait to get off the field they used for training. Devasha was the one to lead Moira away, inside and out of earshot of the conversation the sisters had. Róta had wanted to linger, her ear turned towards the woman but she to eventually went inside following them up. "She spit at me," Moira said hotly, pacing towards the window and then away before she could look down. She wanted to both see and hide from it in equal measure. "Well they will likely be out there for a while, not everyday you find your long lost sister... and family reunions not always a good time," Róta said sounding bored before adding, "We should go out, show this one the town."

Butterflies erupted in her belly, and even the thought of butterflies made her think of her brother, bringing a crashing wave of homesickness down on Moiras shoulders. But she smiled and nodded her head, "Sure, where to?" Róta looked pleased, while Devasha looked skeptical. She was told to just grab a cloak, as the air would be biting with the loss of the sun and to meet them in the kitchens. When she arrived it was to face the pair of them, dressed to head out in similar fashion of dark clothes and heavy cloaks. Róta held up a few silver picks, "These are your own lock picks. Tonight we are going to put your lessons to the test."

Moira thought back to that morning, when she had been instructed on a lock that she held in her lap, how to work without any magics or powers to get into places she shouldn't. "Sometimes magic doesn't work, sometimes you need to use force, other times finesse is called for. You need to know how to use all three. This is the easiest even if it takes the most time. No force, minimal effort, and if there are no wards it leaves no trace behind," Dev had explained in an even tone, one that worked well for teaching. In those situations it worked, she had done it within a couple of hours being able to hear the pins, focus her attention on the vibrations of the picks, get them open and felt a wealth of accomplishment in doing so. Now however she just felt sick to her stomach. Davasha might be a good teacher but Róta was a little brash and Mo wasnt positive this was a good idea. It was Róta who twisted Mos hair up, using the pins to hold the bun in place. "This way of hiding them is best. If someone runs your pockets, well there's nothing for them to find. They never check the hair."

The three headed out on horseback, the sound of hooves beating the ground matching the rhythm of Moiras pulse perfectly. The ride wasn't long enough and as they jumped down Róta spoke, "Towards the back wall, to the left of the bar there is a set of stairs, take them down, there's a door you must unlock. It takes you to an office in the cellar. In the desk there is a locked drawer. In there you should find a silver blade, with a carved handle, basic runes along the blade, nothing fancy. We need to get it back." Moira nodded and Róta motioned for her to lead the way inside. Devasha murmured under her breath, "A knife, we are here for a knife?" Róta laughed holding the door for her friend. "I lost it in a bet a couple nights ago and i want it back." The dead pan stare that greeted her made her laugh harder and she motioned for Dev to head inside, "What, its still good practice for her," she assured as she let the heavy tavern door swing shut behind them, the last of the suns rays falling behind the horizon as it did.

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