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[Kyra]

Kyra nodded to him as they came to an agreement. She meant her words in fact, and would make sure that he got some sort of award, if he could help her find out who this person was, or where they were.

She listened as he continued, though most of what he said, she had already considered. There had been one thing however, she hadn't thought to check the Traveler's Row. As he had explained it, the place was much like the offices in Ravok that took care of housing. It seemed like a good idea, though it wasn't much of a shot being that she knew nothing of this person yet to give any information to the person she spoke with.

Slipping off the table top, Kyra started to walk around a bit. "All I need is a clue, or maybe..maybe there was something there? Something I missed." The young kelvic was grasping at straws now, having nothing else to go on, she decided to take his advice. "I think that..you are right. I will go there and see what I can find."

She turned back to him, removing the crumbled up paper from inside her cloak and holding it out for him to take. There was nothing special about the note, and nothing on it other than the words "Marcelo's killer is near."

Kyra had looked the note over and over again, but there was nothing distinctive about it. Once he had the paper, if he chose to take it, she walked away again and stepped over to where his strider was asleep. "Is this the one that you spoke of? The horse that you want to give your life for?"

[Crypt]

Crypt took the crumpled piece of paper and smoothed it out. He look at it carefully, then looked back to Kyra. “This... is interesting. I cannot tell much from this, but the handwriting appears to be that of a cultured, refined person. No uncouth human could have written this; the paper is free from dirt, the writing is not but a scribble, and by holding it to the light of the candle, I can see that the ink is glossy, presumably a mark of its high quality. Curious... I can almost see other letters in the paper...” Crypt was distracted by Kyra approaching Maras, and he turned to face them. “Yes...” Crypt began. “He is Maras, the one who is bonded to me.”

[Kyra]

Kyra listened as Crypt explained his thoughts on the note that she had been given. Although his thoughts made sense and proved that he had a good eye for such things. It wasn't what she needed to hear. She could see for herself that the writing was fancy, but that only meant that the person who had written the note had good penmanship. It said nothing about the person that she was looking for.

It was a puzzle to say the least and she had to look at it from all angels.It was possible that the person who wrote the note wasn't the same person who delivered it to her, or even a person who had no knowlegde of what it all meant. She also couldn't deny the possibility that the person who wrote the note, the person who delivered it, and the person she was looking for, was all the same person. It was possible, and sometime before she had wondered if it was someone they Marcelo knew....someone that she knew.

It was a hard idea to believe, that the person who was responsible was not only someone she knew, but had been so close to her and even touched her without her knowing it. But that wasn't the worst part, if her assumption was right, and they were the same person. This meant that they knew that she knew, and that she was coming after them. With that in mind, and if she was on the right path in thought, it also meant that whoever it was, placed the note into her hand knowing that she would pursue it...

She was being watched, and placed into a game for some unknown person's amusement. It was a dark path to think of, and realizing that she had nothing to suggest that it was indeed the truth, she simply waved the idea for the time being.

She stared curiously upon the sleeping horse as she keeled beside it. She had never watched a horse sleep before and found the sight rather interesting. She watched the creature closely, her eyes moving over it's muscular body, and the thin fur covering it. Kyra had never eaten horse that she remembered but, it was a thought she'd entertain. Just as she was about to reach out and touch it, she paused recalling something that Crypt had said earlier. "Other letters..what do you mean?"

[Crypt]

Marcelo. Not a name that Crypt had heard of before, but then again he had only been traveling for about five years - a mere pittance compared to many that existed on this world. Marcelo must have had some deep connection to Kyra, otherwise she would not be searching for his killer. Still, Crypt would try to see this case to its end. No information was given about the man they were searching for; the note was their only piece of evidence. Why was it so compelling then, being as seemingly unsolvable as a labyrinth with neither entrance nor exit? “Watch, lass.” Crypt held the piece of paper near the candle's flame, the side with the few words written on it facing away. Almost as if by magic, pale brown letters appeared on the side facing the flame. “I can detect a hint of some citrus scent in this paper... Is it lemon?” Crypt passed the piece of paper to Kyra, wrinkling his nose as he attempted to further investigate the curious, albeit faint, smell emanating from the paper.

[Kyra]

Kyra turned around when Crypt called for her, and left the side of the horse to see what he wanted. For a tick she thought that he was going to burn the note, which had no meaning and could in no way tell her anything that she didn't already know. She watched curiously as he held the note towards the candle and examined it closely.

The brown letters that suddenly appeared was an interesting trick on his part, though at the moment she wasn't sure what it said from where she stood. "Go on, what does it say?" she asked rather impatiently. Crypt had certain talents, ways of doing things that she wouldn't have thought of. However at the moment, she put her curiosity for his methods on hold as she needed the information fast.

"Lemon?" She asked as she stared at him, a confused and uneasy look upon her face. He had said that the note smelled of lemons or something like it. That brought back memories for her, things that she had long since forgotten. There was a man, a person that Marcelo knew and someone that visited them while they were in Ravok. There were many things strange about this man, but one of the most notable was that he always smelled like lemons.

She never knew why, perhaps it was the perfume that he wore, or maybe he worked with foods, or simply enjoyed eating them. There were many reasons why this could be, but it did cause a stirring inside her. Kyra had never liked the man, he made her feel uneasy and she didn't trust him. She had her reasons, but luckily he didn't stay around and would only visit from time to time. Could this be related somehow, she wondered as she took the note and brought it close to her nose and sniffed. "Lemon....."

Kyra suddenly spun around, a light bounce in her step, causing her long blondish hair to sway and drape across her shoulders. "Tell me Crypt, what do you know about lemons...and the people that like them?"

[Crypt]

“Aye, lemons.” Crypt spoke briefly, his eyes scanning the piece of paper held in his hands. “The hidden message is written in lemon juice, and the paper itself is saturated with the scent of lemons. Lemon juice can be used to write letters that become invisible after drying, only revealing themselves after being heated - I discovered this by accident in my childhood. It says...” Alessa, my lovely kitten. It appears that you are not as cretinous as you are attractive. Congratulations. The killer you seek is the Lemon Man, and he is in Syliras. Follow the scent of lemons, and you will find him. Try not to mangle him too badly. You may be wondering why we are telling you all this. 'Tis sufficient to say, you, our seductive minx, are in a game, and we are the players. Signed, the Organisation. Crypt fell silent as he looked to Kyra, gauging her reaction to the message. “There was a man I met once in Ravok, during the Summer. He was always constantly sucking on a small white thing, which made him smell like lemons. He said that it was a result of his philtering, and offered me one. Other than that one man, I can only think of the fruit sellers in the Great Bazaar, whom I have frequented regularly.”

[Kyra]

"That's an interesting trick Crypt. It's almost....magical."
She said to him, as she gave him a nod of approval, though her lips barely curled upward into a smile. Walking closer to him, she listened as he read the writing on the note. It wasn't what she expected and she found herself peering over his shoulder to read it herself.

The writing on the note seemed informal, as if the person who wrote it knew her, and were even taunting her. Kyra arched a brow as she listened to Crypt read, her eyes following along on the note as he continued. "The lemon man?" she asked, glancing up towards his face.

The note was cryptic as much as it was a horrific tease. It was obvious that whoever wrote this knew her personally and wanted to toy with her, even though they tried to disguise themselves by using a name such as the Organization. It was stunning in fact, that she had possibly learned more in those few chimes than she had since she first started the search. If this was true, then it would make this an important day, however her wits were about her and she wasn't ready to make any more conclusions just yet.

The note also confirmed that this person was in the city of Syliras. It seemed that she was on the right track, or on her way into a trap set by someone, calling this a game. More time to think on it was a good idea, though sadly Kyra wasn't the methodical planning type. For her, this had gone on long enough and she thirst for the blood of her enemy. "I must go there...take me to the Great Bazaar."

[Crypt]

OOC The note was cryptic... I see what you did there! “Not quite a trick. The Lemon juice appears to make the paper it is on more vulnerable to fire - it burns more easily than the rest of the paper. Yes, the lemon man.” This was starting to get more interesting. Two possibilities now occurred to Crypt; the first, Alessa was truly being played for a fool, used as a pawn in a game played between high-level opponents and organisations. Second, Alessa was being manipulated by a single person; she was not being used to accomplish anything but his goals. “The Great Bazaar is closed at this time of night, Alessa. You'll have to go back to your residence and wait until morning, where it'll open again. I will take you there then, if you so desire.” Why the hurry, Alessa? The man named Marcelo must have had quite the relationship with you, such that you have to find his killer in the middle of the night. Haste in this matter will only slow you down.

[Kyra]

Kyra's gaze wandered off, and searching about the room for nothing in particular. For her, this search was taking too long and she wanted the murderer now. Sadly it couldn't be helped as Crypt explained that the place would not be open until the next day. Still, she had learned something new, something that hadn't been revealed to her until her companion used his skills to show it to her. She now knew that someone called the lemon man was the one she seeked, and that he was in Syliras. But she had to wonder, was it the same man that she knew from so long ago? Was the stench of lemons so ripe on his being that he gained a nick name for it? Or was it something else...

A subtle growl rose in her throat before she released it and sighed. "I do desire it...I must go." Turning back to face him, Kyra narrowed her eyes, and clinched her fists tightly. In many cases, the information that she had just learned would be enough to calm a person, and give them hope that their goal wasn't lost as of yet. For Kyra it was different. This new information only caused her rage to grow and her anticipation for the fated day almost made her dizzy with fever.

"Very well Crypt, I will come to you tomorrow and we shall visit the Great Bazaar.." She finished with a confident nod, turning sharply towards the door, her cloak whipped behind her as she headed for the exit. "Until tomorrow.."

[Crypt]

“Until tomorrow then. Have a good night.” Crypt watched Kyra leave the room, visibly more agitated than she had been when entering his room. Tonight had been a strange, though greatly enjoyable, night, but he was not sorry to see it end, for he was weary. “Quite a fine figure of a woman, a damn fine one. Still, got to sleep now, no time to dwell on that.” ~FINE~