The hour was up, and Ara was back, with papers in hand, and money in the other, and looking quite satisfied with herself. She had gone back to the den earlier, and explained to her thieves as best she could that they\'d have to step up thieving from the nobles, because they had bought a royal beast. She had told them she was eating with them, which was met by general roars (of fear and anguish, or of excitement and exhilaration). When she told them what she had bought, however, the room went quiet, and their eyes shone like toddlers looking upon a jar of candy. A few fingers had twitched, and Ara explained the system to them.
After that she had gone for a scribe. The scribe was well known to her, and he knew how to keep his mouth shut. The many notes and messages he had written for her remained in the back of his mind, for him to ponder on on rainy days. She used the name "Elain Green", and used the adress of her friend Harold the merchant. He was from the next city over, but he had a home here, and it was full of merchant things. Let them believe she was a rich merchant, it would do no harm to Harold, who had allready been notified that he was now \'George Green\', and that he had decided to treat his daughter whom he called Ella with a present for her birthday. Other information was on there in a vaguely, her date of birth was a year, with the inclusion that she didn\'t want to seem old scrawled on the side. The terms she thought over carefully, including that she would come and go at strange hours, and send men over to pick the horse up, but they would carry her seal, the seal was drawn on the side, it was an egyptian eye with a dagger coming through the center.
Removing most of her money from her particular coffer had wrenched her heart, but it was done, and now she was here and waiting for Master Gallagher, who would come to kindly open the door she hoped. She hadn\'t bothered testing it because she knew he would take offence. Silly sensitive thing to think (she thought).
