(Post written by Script)
Sylvire had always been a fan of logistics. Meetings like this, back in the day, had been commonplace. A turncoat, or an informant, or even an enemy offering information that would benefit both parties if it were known. The Great Game of Houses had been a feature of daily life for Sylvire for her first few millennia. Backstabbing and lies were almost second nature to the supposed warrior of good -- despite the fact that she had long since left those days behind her. Or perhaps they had left her. Amarathia's fall had taken most of the great houses with it. But that aside, Sylvire had a lot of experience with planning encounters like this, which was why she had brought with her a number of trump cards.
For one, her Artefact. The Haywire Gem. Any sort of 'field' or 'signal', magical or technological would be rendered void by the stone's power. Secondly, the sorceress held a number of spells ready for usage at a moment's notice. Their energies were disguised within her staff, hopefully preventing them being detected as hanging on the edge of casting, but could be drawn upon at a moment's notice. A bolt of lightning, binding chains and a web of disruption. The lightning and chains were self explanatory, but a web of disruption was one of Sylvire's more complex spell.
Extending outwards around her, the spell would encompass an area, having no tangible effect until someone who wasn't Sylvire attempted to cast a spell. At that point, one of the web's links would surge and send a bolt of arcane energy at the caster, shattering their spell and releasing the energy contained within it in the moments before completion on them. It wasn't flawless, it could only detect spells based around mana and similar such concepts, but Sylvire was pleased with it. But preparations aside.
At the time of the meeting, Sylvire appeared in the Plaza. She did not teleport in, neither had she been covered in an invisibility spell, she had, to put it simply, faded into the foreground. For approximately twenty minutes Sylvire had stood stock still in the Plaza, exuding
not being seen. The eyes of passers-by had slipped over her entirely, they never saw her -- and as it wasn't 'invisibility', rather fooling the mind into not wanting to see her, perhaps Whisper would not have noticed. It was both magic and not at the same time. Its usage required an understanding of magic, but not any actual spell. It was a witch thing. Sylvire had learned it from a human witch many years ago. It was surprisingly useful. Headology, the woman had called it.
"Whisper." Sylvire nodded respectfully, "I understand you have some information for me."
Some distance away around the fountain from the pair sat a young girl, dangling her hand into the fountain. Aiedai hummed quietly to herself, gazing at the bubbles and splashes in the water, but one got the sense from looking at her that her mind was far from what her hand was doing. The girl exuded awareness. But she remained passive. She had been ordered not to show herself, even in the most dire of circumstances.
