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Nadiah Lyiecca was in the midst of admiring the craftsmanship of Svikali and Vinur as the rap on the door filled the silence of the air with a new interested atmosphere. She found the slightest effort beyond her chair to rise up to the cumbersome task of walking to the door. "It's her," Fenrir muttered beneath his breath, "things should be fine. Sounds out of breath though." Nadiah's leather and steel boots galumphed across the worn floorboards towards the door, and slowly brought her to turn the handle. As the door swung open it revealed the trodden silouhette standing at the brink of the glass lamp on the doorstep. It was Kayla Skoll all but patient in the darkness of the silver-forked rain.
"34" She muttered sheepishly bounding into the warmth of the furnace-fueled house. She took of the heavy sheepskin coat to reach inside the pockets of her waistcoat, "I count 34 hundred devral for these three bounties. Living shastyork of the Vendettas awaiting execution with the average price of 1100 resting on their head. Seem funny?" She paced to the dining room tranfering bills to the table as she hastily went to the kitchen to have a drink, "Ciarra not here?" Nadiah collapsed back into her chair. "She's out," she said lazily, "She'll be back in a quarter fort after she runs some travel errands. Back to the point though." She turned to look at Fenrir thinking over the unsettled cards Kayla had brought to a quiet house. She was not in her normal wit that would sustain her interest. "Shastyork at the total of 34." Nadiah supposed aloud to Fenrir, who then continued the thought on his own, "Of course with the infamy of the Vendettas, they'd be-"
"Tried for murder!" Kayla spat through the maroon wine in her glass, "The systems of retribution are tapered beyond the city! I'd get more money robbing the little cowards! But of course if we can hire a bounty hunter and cheat them at the lowest devral then good. They won't steal. Skoll doesn't cheat the hangman, let's send her in! Nevermind that the gravity of it is serial murder." Kayla sighed at the lack in the hefty pile of devral on the table. Nadiah returned her flintlock pistols to the clasps on her belt hook, and let them rest over the sides of her chair. "So this visit," Fenrir started, making the best attempt to look up from his pillowed bed in the corner of the room, "this wasn't a simple rant? Or perhaps another bout of astrophobia?" Kayla tongued the rim of the glass to catch any stray drops she may have missed. "As hard pressed as you'd have to be to send me back out into that tempest," Kayla said setting the glass in the copper sink on the counter, "that's not the first reason Fen'. I came because there's a vacancy for a partner on this next hunt."