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[ruinsprofessor]

--"Raine Sage. I can't reach the console right now. If it's an emergency, don't wait to get a hold of me, keep moving. I'm sure I'll hear about it soon. If not, leave a message and I'll contact you when I can."

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February 9 or thereabouts

[edgeoftheknife]

[Sometime during the day when neither Raine nor Solomon is home, on a nicely conspicuous counter or table inside their apartment, appears a small, flat, expensive looking gift box, open to expose the deep green velvet inside and the object resting on top of the velvet.

It's a silver locket on a chain, with a claddagh on the front cover. No other note or explanation is forthcoming, and Erskine is a good enough sneak-thief to not leave any signs of forced entry.

Dead Men.]

[ruinsprofessor]

[Rather a lot of confusion ensues, as does an important discussion.]

[Raine will probably thank Erskine later, though perhaps not for the expected reason.]