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[right]Interactions: Freya ([@NoriWasHere]), Mentioned: Varnan ([@Blizz])[/right]
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Quill waited what she thought was an appropriate amount of time. After disposing the corpse of the Doppelganger and ensuring the body of the female customer was appropriately taken care of for return to her family and loved ones, Quill made a stop at a nearby cafe to load up on caffeine.

It had been a day. She had thought, her first mistake, that it would be a simple thing to go into a bakery and ask the owner about one of her employees. Hell, the employee in question might have been working that day and that would have taken care of everything.

Instead she wound up in some….unfortunate business.Ha, business. Bakery. 

Once she was satisfied with her caffeine intake (read: not at all enough), Quill made her way out and pulled out her phone, dialing then number she found. She waited, hoping the woman would pick up. She had some awkward questions and information.

Freya had remained in her bakery after everyone had left and had closed down while she cleaned up.  The concussion to her head had not gotten much better but the family doctor was on his way to Freya to treat and monitor and would likely not leave her side until the following day.  The fight had destroyed much of her shop, and her broom and dustpan would not be enough to fix it all, and instead, they would need to wait for the crew to arrive the next morning.  

Freya’s phone began to ring, and her eyes slowly shifted to the charging stand that she had it on.  She walked over and answered the call.

[color=9370D8]“Hello?”[/color]

Quill let out a small breath she had been holding. Their’s was the generation that didn’t answer phone calls, especially from unknown numbers. [color=ba576c]”Hello Ms. Collins? My name is Quill St. Sebastien, I am a private investigator. I don’t know if you heard of me but I was in your bakery when certain….events happened. I wanted to see if I can ask you some questions.”[/color]

[color=9370D8]“Certain events?”[/color] Freya sighed as they rubbed their pain-filled head.  [color=9370D8]“Yes.  I don’t remember you but I don’t think I remember who was or wasn’t here.  How can I help you?”[/color]

[color=ba576c]”We haven’t met Ms. Collins. I was in your bakery when it was attacked and I helped some of the people there. I am also the one that cleaned up the remaining…bodies and wiped the security from inside and outside. My questions pertain to one of your employees by the name of Varnan. I was wondering if I could talk to him. It pertains to a case I was assigned and I would very much prefer to speak in-person. I can give you my information if you want to check me out before disclosing any information.”[/color]

[color=9370D8]“I should thank you for that, the cleaning crew I was sent did not have to do much”[/color] Freya paused as she thought over the request, [color=9370D8]“but Varnan?  I can’t give you his information without his consent but I’m happy to take a message that I can give him next time he’s in,”[/color] Freya paused as the thought of when that might be floated past her mind, [color=9370D8]“would that work?”[/color] 

Quill knew there would be resistance. After all she was a stranger asking for information about someone. [color=ba576c]”And I won’t even charge you for it.”[/color] The cleanup had been easy thanks to the help she had garnered. Though it was interesting to see the owner of a bakery have a clean-up crew. Something told Quill this wasn’t the first time something like a doppelganger attacking happened.

[color=ba576c]”That’s understandable. Can you tell him that I am looking into some recent activity for my client who owns some property that is experiencing a high level of threats? My client is interested in working with Varnan regarding this problem. You can let him know we can meet in person at a place of his choosing.”[/color]

[color=9370D8]“I can do that.  Is there a number I can leave for him, or is this more of a ‘I have a certain set of skills, I will find you,’ kind of meet up”[/color] Freya groaned as her headache returned at full force.  She would need to mind her steps the next time a monstrous entity tries to destroy her bakery.

[color=ba576c]”I mean, I do have that certain set of skills, but no you can give him my number and have him reach out to me.”[/color] Quill rattled off her phone number before continuing. [color=ba576c]”And let me know if you need any help in the future. I don’t want to assume monster attacks are a normal thing for you, but I’ve lived here long enough to know it’s not totally uncommon.”[/color]

[color=9370D8]“Thank you I got it.  Is there anything I can do for you to thank you”[/color] Freya asked genuinely.  

[color=ba576c]”At the moment, no. But perhaps I’ll need a favor in the future. But please, pass on the message to Varnan and I’ll be in touch. Thank you Ms. Collins.”[/color]

[color=9370D8]“Likewise,”[/color] Freya responded as she ended the call and looked up in her office.  [color=9370D8]“I am never going to financially recover from this.”[/color]