Placeholder A favor for a Friend (Ignotus, Echelon)

[Wrenmae]

It took a few moments for him to perfect his story. Standing outside Ignotus' dwelling, he considered the implications for what he would request. The mage had some sway with the Zeltivan professors and, even if he didn't, his hypnotic talent would certainly pave some direction. Since his run in with Hadrian, Wrenmae had been avoiding the mage for fear the fellow would read his aura.

But research had provided an interested avenue of escape...almost a direct intervention of fate. An artifact had been recently recovered by the Zeltivan department of Archeology and it had recently passed to the Magecrafting department for analysis. After a brief and informatively hypnotic discussion with a senior student there, the popular theory was that it was a device build to scramble aura, obscure one from even a thorough magic investigator.

Such should be his...and yet if he met Hadrian he would almost surely be incinerated.

So now he pushed into the home of his comrade, prepared to ask him for something the mage did not know if the nuit could provide. Regardless, he was the only one would could do it without rousing much suspicion.

"Ignotus," he called to him, swiftly closing the door, "I need to ask you a favor."

[Ignotus Everto]

Wrenmae would find that his comrade was squatting next to his bed, evidently in a very intense staring contest with the shadow that jutted out from it. When he spoke of his request, Ignotus jabbed a finger at said shadow, stood up, and wearily asked, "What do you need?"

The Nuit was wearing a baggy, cream colored cotton shirt and equally ill-fitting pants of the same color and fabric, an expression of bemusement stretched across his face, and his eyes were dull and tired. To a close observer, it looked like he had been in a rather heated argument recently.

[Wrenmae]

Wrenmae paused at the door, covering a scowl before crossing the room to take a seat. The nuit, as always, seemed in the middle of something. For someone who lived eternal, he kept busy every moment of that unnaturally prolonged life.

Taking a seat, the hypnotist wiped some of the dried blood from his face, tightly wrapped with a bandage. Temporary measure, but necessary for now.

"I need a favor done," he said to Ignotus, "I need someone with University connections to break into the Magecrafter labs and steal me a certain something."

He touched his face gingerly, wincing. "I need this soon. I ran afoul of a mage rather...talented in the area of Auristics. I'm led to believe there may be a project in the college I could use to...distort myself, so to say. I can repay you if you help me now, Ignotus...I promise I have ways."