CDQ Correspondance Thread - Tyra Dragonheart

[osxmallard]

Tyra sends a letter to the governance of Fort Vehl...

To Whom it Concerns:

I have taken a keen interest in a certain ruin within the boarders of the realm of Co'rys, the Dapplegreen Tower. I have also noticed that said tower is the base of operations to a rather slippery group of bandits who threaten the trade in the area. I have a proposition for your government that would be benefical to both of us. If you would like a chance to rid yourself of a nusance, gain an ally, and perhaps some long overdue taxes, send a message care of the Leringard Arms to Tyra Dragonheart. I can assure you that should my proposal please you, that you would not be disappointed with the results of my work.

Your Servant,
Tyra Dragonheart
Striker

Dear Tyra Dragonheart,

After checking my records, the current taxes on the Dapplegreen tower are fully paid by the rightful owner, a local nobleman and prominent businessman of Fort Vehl.  Due to privacy concerns, I cannot release the owners name to you without their specific consent.  Thank you.

Sincerely,
Millington Fox
Third Assistant Tax Collector
13 Commerce Lane
Fort Vehl

[ShiffDrgnhrt]

Tyra accepts a sealed letter from the messanger from Co'rys, tossing him a few coins, before walking back to her room.  Her footfalls go unnoticed as she walks down the long corridor, breaking the seal and unrolling the shorter-than-expected scroll.  She reaches the door of her room and enters without so much as a creaking from the hinges, and sits at her desk.  She does not remain seated long.

"What the Hells!" she says jumping out of her chair.  

The crash it makes against the floor, coupled with Tyra's angry shout, disturbs the Mouse sleeping under Tyra's bed.  "I din't do nuthin!"

"Ugh!  Not you, Bella!" Tyra responds, frustrated.  "Now get up and get dressed...  I want you to take care of the Arms until I get back..."

"But Stalker, I dun know how tah-"

"Just get up!"  Tyra considers tearing the message in half, before rolling it up and stuffing it in her messenger bag.  She stomps over to her armoire and pulls it open, pulling out her best set of 'normal' clothes and her leathers.

She hesitates as Bella crawls out from under the bed, looking between her armor and her finer clothes, then throws the clothes on her bed, and careful puts away most of her armor, strapping on her bracers and of course her hood, and her sword belt.

"Where yah goin' Stalker?" Bella asks.

"I've got some business in Fort Vehl."  She pulls off her robe and pulls on her more regal clothes in a hurry.  "I'll tell you about it later.  Just make sure none of those drunks burn down the Arms while I'm gone..."  She turns to give Bella a glare, then a grin.  "I'll be back..."  She then throws her black, shadowy cloak around herself and heads out of the Arms and to the docks.

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Stepping off the boat a day later in Fort Vehl, Tyra heads to the tax office on Commerce Ave.  Before entering she removes her hood in a nearby alley, leaving the rest of her cloaked in black.  As she enters, she glances around at those inside...  (Details?)  ... before walking up to the counter.

"I need to speak with a Mister Fox, Millington Fox," she says as politely as she can, given her history.  "I received a letter from him concerning the taxes on a parcel of land in the Dapplegreen, and would like to discuss it with him..."  She waits with a smile, or what could be a smile, while inside her cloak she nervously fidgets with one of her knives...