The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Haliel Lightsong]

"You would wish to continue in his employ? Or, her? I had meant to imply this to be a.. what did they call it? Oh! Recruitment pitch." Lightsong smiles broadly, pleased with herself for remembering.

[GamesMaster]

Brianne snorts. "Nobody leaves Jay unless he's done with ya."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Then let us go speak with this... Jay and explain you wish to give your notice." The paladin smiles turns steely. "I can still heal a fair bit before resting, should he proven... argumentative."

[GamesMaster]

If nothing else, it should prove entertaining. "Alright, I'm in."

[Marian Hawke]

Exhausted, Marian flops onto Varric's bed, sighing. "I want to go to that party."

The twin's birthday was less than two weeks away, but everyone was already talking about it. It was, of course, impossible to get an invitation without being noble; it was the ball of the season, a no-holds-barred extravaganza. Strange, since they're a few years from being of age, but rumors abounded about why that would be. 

[Varric]

Varric snorts. "You and nearly a quarter of the city- and we're just a wee bit down the list." He purses his lips, mulling it over. "Still..."

[Marian Hawke]

She groans. "I don't like it. Whatever mother has planned, it can't be any good for their health."

[Varric]

"...you can't guess?" Varric asks carefully. "Widowed, two unwed daughters. Not yet of age so... this is either ringing the bell to announce the market is open or her announcing an engagement. Or one of both."

[Marian Hawke]

She makes a face. "That's disgusting. They'll be only fifteen -- I guess technically they can get married next year, but that's only supposed to be for arranged matches and the like. If she has a match in mind, I haven't heard who." 

[Varric]

Given what you've mentioned about her so far, I doubt she cares. "Won't argue that point but not much we can do about it at the moment." He hums thoughtfully. "We need more intel, more details. Getting into the party... could do. Not likely to get much we can't get afterwards but if you need to see it, we can see if it's workable."

[Marian Hawke]

"How? She's sure to be screening any new servants, and the guest list is very closed."

[Varric]

"Tch. Her family line might be old money but she's new money. Her agent is good, I'll give you that, but he's not used to being societal. Based on the stuff I heard from servants, they run on a minimal staff nearly all the time. Skinflint. Copper to gold he tries to prepare for the party that way, starts running badly behind and has to rush hire a slew more. And..." He trails off, giving Bells a pointed look, expecting her to finish.

[Marian Hawke]

"And new servants means unvetted servants," she recites, as if repeating some memorized dogma. "Got it. So we just have to get in with the people doing the hiring, bribe them to take on your, I don't know, bastard halfbreed idiot niece, she's real sweet but not a thought in her head, poor girl?" At the end her voice pitches up, sounding more like an impression of a rich old woman than anything else.

[Varric]

And that's my first glimpse, so to hear, of Lady zi'Amell, isn't it? "Something like that, yeah. Easier to set ourselves up as a reputable company. Have... Damn." He scowls, thinking. "I was going to say have Seeker play manager, get the gig and we can go in but her curse is just too much of a wrinkle. It would make them look harder, make them remember too much. Samsaran are a rare race too, which wouldn't help either. Hmmm. Gods, I'm going to... fuck. Not used to have such a small team..." Normally either solo or with a full group...

[Marian Hawke]

"Lightsong's right out," she says, sighing. "I know where to look to find theives though, if you want someone in on a con job. Someone the rich folks won't believe if they try to spill the beans."