[center][h1]Grandmaster Safina[/h1][/center]

At the very least, Duke Rhinefield was an eccentric bastard. With damned near anyone else in this nation's aristocracy, they would have at least found this damn vault by now. Safina glowered to herself as she pored over the various notes and maps the Concord had recorded ever since this job began. 

"Everything alright, boss?" A short, squat orc leaned against the entrance to the meeting room, pipe in hand. 

[b]"Just wondering why I put up with this nonsense, Ognar."[/b] Safina grumbled, taking a swig of tea from the now-cold cup on the table. [b]"It's like that smug bastard doesn't even use this estate of his."[/b]

"He's got no children, compared to his brothers, doesn't he? Makes sense. What's a bachelor going to do with all this space? Anyways, we escalating?"

[b]"Honestly, I think we have to. Lynette's trying her damndest, but there's not much more she can do without blowing her cover. Rhinecliff won't be gone forever, and we still don't know how the little brats failed."[/b] She looked up at her old subordinate and compatriot, eyes glinting with resolve. 

[b]"Get the others. We're nabbing the head butler tonight. I'll question him before making him forget the whole damn thing with my Seed. I'll have the Odonfield cell spread out, gather information on Rhinefield's brothers. It's not impossible that they know something, and I'd rather hedge our bets."[/b]

"Aye, boss." Ognar gave a lazy, two-fingered salute before moving out to find his fellows. "Ain't ever a dull moment, working for Her, huh?"

[b]"Funny. I thought we were hoping for a lifetime of dull moments by now."[/b]

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