>>5408629“... she’s a dangerous one, that’s for sure…” Sybil continues as she wraps her arm possessively around Art’s shoulders like a boa constrictor, “She was barely eighteen when both of her parents passed in a sudden accident. Inheriting their fortune, she immediately invested it into several seemingly fruitless ventures, all of which returned a profit.”
Lucky lady, you remark with a frown growing on your face.
“Quite.” Nods Sybil knowingly. “So she has her pretty little fingers in several pies, and though she doesn’t manage any of said investments, she uses her vast wealth to flit from one distraction to the next… in her spare time she has a love of fast cars, sword-dancing, and this is the crucial one: <span class="mu-s">STUDYING THE ARCANE.</span>”
“Kinda’ a bummer, honestly.” Remarks Talbot as you rest your cheek against his arm, “She sounds pretty cool otherwise!”
“Well the magical world suggests otherwise,” Sybil shrugs as she continues in a quieter voice, “rumor has it that all of the above is merely a persona–a character she puts on to distract from her work with <span class="mu-g">THE ORDER.</span> She even engages in scandals periodically to draw attention away from her darker secrets, not that said scandals haven’t resulted in several missing person cases…”
“Maybe that’s an ‘in’?” Suggests Art after using up the table’s entire paper towel dispenser to dab his face dry, “If she wants to keep her image clean…”
“Then perhaps we can use that to our advantage…” Concludes Sybil with a smile forming on her pale face! “Though our track record for non-violent confrontations is, well…
“<span class="mu-r">LOUSY!</span>” Guesses Nats! Zip it!
“Yes, exactly, Nats.” Nods Sybil. “Lastly, it’s safe to assume she’s well-versed in the arcane arts, so don’t be fooled by her… <span class="mu-i">appearance</span>...” Scoffs the mage.
Speaking of magic stuff, you segue, you wanted to ask about the sk-
“Here ya’ are, kids:” Announces your waitress as she returns with four more waters and a heaping bowl of <span class="mu-r">RABBIT FOOD,</span> “Salads all around.”
“Thank you!” Chirps Sybil as she hands over a wad of bills from her skirt pocket, “That should cover us.”
“It sure does, sweetheart.” Stuffing the cash into her apron, she gives The Goth what you assume to be an appreciative wink before shuffling off to dazzle her other customers.
“Now then,” Sybil continues, “What were you saying?”
>CONTD. 