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Mistil,
Up the dose by two-fifths. We have results in the manor. The ones in the dock are expendable now.
Once you finish, get the crates shipped and then burn the place to the ground.
Finally, take the contents of Bearer-Code Spear-Sigil-Sign-Gladius-Grand and give it to our friends as a sign of our appreciation of their dilligence. Ask them if they're looking for work.</span>
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<span class="mu-i">Sundancer and Tier are left holding a letter, penned in the quiet professional hand of a man who manages an empire by distant decree. Rinik never gets his hands dirty. It's an odd quirk in a man who built an empire on a reputation for having ready knives at beck and call, but Rinik sees things. He thinks. He has his marked men and women for the hands-on stuff, and so it is with <span class="mu-s">Mistil</span>.
No need for a mask for Mistil the Flamespeaker.
You would recognize her countenance in any street at any time, a hot-flash whisper of red hair, green eyes and a heat-shimmer.
No one knows how she does it. Some say she's the Favored daughter of the Empyreal Eye, an ascendent, an Accordist, one of the rare few who have found how to draw the attention of an Icon by act and thought and deed. Some say she's just a trickster, it's all flashpaper and alchemy.
She spent six years in Aikan Interior, walking the Golden Path, searching for a distant lost city, and when she returned to this place, she couldn't sit still. She tore through the Moth Circuits like a wildfire. The Watcher's kept her locked, under bar and key, and she melted her way our through the walls of Station Twelve. Or so the rumour goes - perhaps it was just a bribe, or a smile, or smoke and mirrors?
It's said the Theurges hunted for a while, for presumed trafficking with Icons unknown and Oaths banned, but Mistil, like an ember left behind after the forest is scourged, simply went to ground and made friends with the Rats. Became Rinik's favorite little firestarter, enforcer, face-breaker.
Useful for us, this trust between them, because look: a bearer-code for an account with the Leviathan Bank. Walk in, give the number, smile, and all of Rinik's coins will fall to us.
Rinik doesn't need the money.
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