Four high and an ace in the hole

[Khalika]

The Gypsy had done good work, clearing what she thought of importance from foggy Bottoms Hall of Records. Though she did not have the time or proper room to look over the scrolls and books, instead they were all transported to the Cassion Farm. It was a main stay in Myrken the family having lived there for four generation. The line was ended when Dexter the only son of Camile and Harold Cassion died during travel abroad. At least that is what the woman told them when she escorted his body back home some 10 yrs. back. A gypsy, she told them they were good friend, for the next few years she stayed in the area, and was always welcome at the Cassion farm. When Harold passed, then Camile soon after, they left the farm to the waundering Lass -as Harold would always call her- in hopes she would finally make Myrkenwood home..

Khalika Quiller kept her secrets from the nice friendly old couple, as she kept their sons. The Farm has remained in good working order and standing. For a while she resided their openly, the doors always open to any who needed a bed. Young Gypsy cousins, a female werewolf, even a somewhat notorious Drowess has rested a night or two within the farmhouse walls. Later on it was passed to a family with two childern, though the ownership never changed. They, along with a close personal aquaintance of the woman watched over the farm, and land as well as ran a small horse breeding business. The combination of two strong lines, have created a strong and well bred breed. They too are now gone. The friend to his own adventures, the family and business relocated recently when the latest trouble rose up. So the home remains empty, for all outside eyes...Know one knows she lurks about pouring over text and maps....

Damn she needs to grab the mapmaker again.....

[Khalika]

It had been some days now that she had been held up within the close windows and doors of the Cassion farm. Winter shutters shut keep the candle light from being seen by prying eyes, and the lingering warmth of summer, leaves no need for the hearth to spew smoke. The package delivered from the waystation, was received without incident, and the contents now rest with the Foggy bottom documents. Two maps hang side by side, One the most present she could find of the Province, a few smaller landmarks and towns added in. The second Map, is old…one might say ancient, so much so it is marked upon animal hide and not a parchment of some fashion. The inking has faded, but she can still make out the lines and edging, made long before townships and Provincial Territories of the kingdom of Trae Kelsa were drawn..

It was though the Territory of Heath that has her eye. Books, and scrolls about its history and it present state of affairs. Since her last meeting with Teron, and his talk of Heath, she had little to work with and less time. Already a trusted associate is in Heath, speaking to those she has done business with. She is known in the area, what with the many Lord all vying to gain ground over the other, she made a cool mint and more then a few gold coins in her earlier years. She is very good at moving chess pieces, almost as good as she is at removing them.. Many of those Lord took advantage of such talents, and some….. Still owe…

So her courier is there, laying low. Slipping a name into the ears of those Lords, that name garnished information….Information about another who is in Heath, another who seeks the ear of Lords. This information will get back to the Gypsy, though she had suspicion even before she sent the courier, Markers called in. Some Lord will listen, one for sure will hear this other…

Then the Gypsy will come to Heath….