26th of Spring, 513 AV
'Tonight?' he croaked silently, 'I have to get it tonight?'
Inoadar didn't mind a challenge, but it was already late and he had only left The Spot a few chimes ago. Just long enough to turn a pair of corners, find a blind spot, and unroll the parchment to see the instructions for his new task. It had mentioned a home in the 'Docks' district, one with which he was quite familiar. It mentioned the 'Bayden' family, one with which he was not.
It mentioned a signet ring. Inoadar could guess that whoever belonged to the signet was more well known than this vague 'Bayden' family. It stood to reason that the signet would be used to validate things that the real owners of the signet would normally oppose. The simplest thing would be to wait and see what newly authorized ordinances came to light under protest. But, of course, that was no doubt exactly what the signet owners were trying to prevent.
If he knew who the signet belonged to, it would probably help him deduce who stood to gain by wielding an unauthorized signet. But, that would also give away information the owners wanted suppressed. He sighed, rolled the parchment back up and took a moment to consider what he knew.
He knew the docks. He was confident that his theory was correct. That the signet was already stolen and that the owners suspected who'd taken it. 'Why then,' he began to himself, '...if the owners were influential enough to even HAVE a signet of any significance,' he continued, '...why wouldn't they just confront this 'Bayden' family with a crew of muscle and be done with it?'
The answer was as immediate as it was obvious: Politics. Facades of dignity and non-involvement had to be maintained. This was being "farmed out", as they say. Probably, they wished to have the fact that they had allowed it to be stolen in the first place kept from certain ears. Good enough. This probably meant the Bayden family home was a farmed out location as well. Wealthy, influential citizens didn't have their homes in The Docks district.
He needed to find the right house, get inside of it, locate the stolen ring and get back in, oh... He looked at the night sky, thinking about the vague deadline, 'it must be done tonight.' He figured he had about six bells. Luckily, he was not that far from his room at Tarsin's Boarding House.