Antoinetta stared at Mhezsura, with a quiet pleading skimming through her pupils. Mhezsura ignored her, and glared at the smug Imperial in front of her.

This is Adamus Phillida? Wow. Not as impressive as the papers said. But still...

"What is it, Dark Elf?" said one of the Imperial guards, with the red plumes. Mhezsura's head flicked to his face, the sweet sashay of her raven-hair swishing silently. The guard had dark-brown eyes, and she could see a few flecks of brown hair underneath his helmet.
"Antoinetta'- Mhezsura nudged her gently-' didn't you tell me something the other day? A 'law' of some sort?" Mhezsura's voice was like a breeze...soothing.
"Um... oh! We demand the names of the arresting officers in this case, seeing as we are citizens of the Empire." Antoinetta declared, with a glare aimed towards Phillida.

Phillida lifted his head, sighed, and shook his head. A quiet order was given. The other Imperial guard [a blonde- blondie] stepped forward. His dark eyes glimmered from under his helmet.
"Ilben Notorius"
Blondie took a step back and raised his axe once more. The brunette one [brownie] stepped forward; sweat clenching around his furrowed brow.

"Galus Venturia" Brownie said. Mhezsura coldly smiled- and a murderous glint shined in her eyes. Adamus's smug grin lowered, when he saw that. Oh fuc-

Galus gurgled, as his throat poured blood on the floor. Adamus snarled, and slashed his sword quickly through the air. He missed his targets.

And in his fury, he screamed loudly into the ceiling above.

Twist. Tumble. Turn. Stomach lurching, Mhezsura landed-harshly- onto a cobbled street. The stones cut into her skin slightly, making her wince a little. She hadn't felt pain in a long time; three months in fact.
"Come on. Get up." urged Antoinetta, the blonde hairs quivering on her skull. Mhezsura wiped her face, brushing away the dirt, and took Antoinetta's hand.

"We need to find that infor- whatever you Westerners say." Mhezsura said decisively. Antoinetta merely nodded her head, as they walked down the street, arm-in-arm.
"And what do you plan on doing to Galfri?" Antoinetta asked, barely containing the gleeful happiness that clenched her heart.

"I'll think of something"

SKOOMA ADDICT FOUND DEAD, IMPERIAL LEGION PRESUMES OVERDOSE

AT MIDDAY, THE BODY OF GALFRI LEIFFESON WAS FOUND IN THE MARKET DISTRICT CANALS. FROM INITIAL REPORTS, IT IS PRESUMED THAT MR. LEIFFESON HAD OVERDOSED ON SKOOMA AS A RESULT OF HIS SISTER [ARIANA] DYING LAST YEAR [check issue 122 for 429]. THERE WERE HOWEVER NO WITNESSES TO THE SUICIDE OR OVERDOSE, SO THE LEGION AS ALWAYS SHALL BE INVESTIGATING.

"As ever, Antoinetta, you surprise me with your poisoning talents" Vicente spoke eloquently, never taking his gaze from the engrossing novel laid on his lap. Antoinetta sighed, as she began to loosen her corset. In a flash, Vicente was behind her carefully picking the laces free.
"So... any new messages from Lucien?" Antoinetta asked, breezily.
"That's Speaker Lachance to you, Murderer. And no- he is currently busy in Anvil" Vicente replied stiffly, slipping into custom as always.
"With Arquen? I didn't know he liked Altmer, but still..." Antoinetta said, in a gossipy voice. No answer from Vicente. She sighed, as the corset fell off her waist.

Antoinetta lost the lace gloves, and dumped them onto the cracked table-top. She rested on a chair, hoisting her legs up onto the table- her black heels glistening in the torchlight. Vicente stared numbly at her, and numbly at the sleeping frame on the bed behind her.
"How did she do?" Vicente asked, pointing at a sleeping Mhezsura.
"Not as bad as expected, if that's what you mean" Antoinetta replied, shaving her nails with the edge of her dagger.
"But?" Vicente pushed the point. Antoinetta conceded, with a groan.
"She's gullible, uncontrollable and... that's about it" Antoinetta mumbled.

"Perfect"