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Qunith inhaled the last of the bud until the pipe contained only grey ash. They held it deep within their throat for a moment before releasing it. "Okay," Qunith nodded, emptying the ash on the pavement before strutting forward across the street. The estate was massive, signage for it's various entrances outside. One was simply labelled depository- but it was locked tight, a guard stood in front.

Instead Qunith simply moved forward toward the main entrance, where servants milled too and fro from the open entrance. Qunith stepped into the ground house, violins playing as a party seemed to be on the way- and of course, a party in the Holy Land was nothing without drinking and gambling. "Let's see if we can find the owner," Qunith said, squinting across the candle-lit hall and the richly dressed guests who occupied it.