[CLOSED] Smoke & Mirrors: Kirkwall

[minrathousian]

WHO: CLOSED to those who signed up.
WHAT: Inquisition personnel work to identify Venatori agents who have infiltrated the Inquisition in Kirkwall.
WHEN: Early November.
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Violence, murder.

In Kirkwall, the threat to the Inquisition is more covert:  four Venatori agents have infiltrated the Inquisition's base of operations in the Free Marches, and have insinuated themselves well into the workings of the organization. Perhaps they have made befriended you, or established themselves as a quiet loner who prefers only to focus on their work, with little interest in socializing. Actionable intelligence suggests that they will take advantage of the Inquisition's reduced numbers in Kirkwall to attempt to seize valuable information. The trouble now is identifying just who the infiltrators are--and stopping them before they access vital information, or create further havoc.

Comments

[paladingus]

He scowls, unseen, at the mention of Wren, even if he has no choice but to admit grudgingly that she'd be an ideal person to call. Especially if Myr's the one to do it. Warden Serra is the one he'd rather speak to, neutral and businesslike and free of baggage as that discussion could be, but while he would ordinarily pull a face at the third option and move on--

"Your what?" he asks, unable to swallow the question. Myr sounds as though he's talking about a secret lover he ought not mention, and of course it doesn't matter if he is; there's no reason why he ought to share such things with a sparring partner, and if he is fooling around with a notoriously volatile rebel troublemaker whom nobody Simon knows has ever said a good word about, it makes sense that Myr would want to keep it secret. It's hardly important, though, especially at a moment like this. It's not as if it matters. Not even if he's never once seen that bug-eyed little prick at a Chantry service.

"Never mind. Yes, you'd probably best ask her, but--how so?"

[faithlikeaseed]

"Cousin."

Because he knows--while denying precisely why--exactly what that question had meant, and the thought of somebody confusing his relationship with Van that particular way is disturbing enough to overcome his native caution. Hopefully a shared background in the Circles will equip Simon to understand that caution--because Myr's not going to linger overlong to explain it.

"As I see it, there's two--well, three--potential ways to look at this. Least interesting: Someone screwed up the scheduling and Hendon's wherever she's supposed to be right now. Or, she's out in Nevarra and someone here is using her name as cover. Or she's here and the assignment to Nevarra is cover. Whatever it is, though, knowing that someone using the name's out in Perendale tells us something, at least." He reaches for his crystal at that.

[paladingus]

"...oh." Yes, he understands without a moment's hesitation, his sense of vague undefined jealousy reorienting itself into a very different series of questions that now is not the time to ask. He can sate his curiosity later about just how different Hasmal really was from any Circle he's known.

"All right. If you don't terribly mind, I'll let you do the talking here." Myr knows why.

[faithlikeaseed]

His smile takes a turn for the sympathetic, should Simon look back to see it as he takes his crystal in-hand and steps back. "I don't mind." He knows why.

Fortunately, they're mopping up in Perendale when his call makes it through to Wren. Their exchange is brisk and business-like--he passes on word of what they've found and the information necessary (name, rank, serial--division, duty, base of origin) for identifying Hendon; she goes silent long enough to ask around and ascertain the guardswoman's presence with them. Word returns in short order: Lysaria Hendon's yet among the living out there in Nevarra and they're to continue the investigation in Kirkwall, soonest.

"You heard her," Myr says to Simon, tone wry, as he shuts the crystal off. "We'd best go see what our 'Hendon' here at home is up to."