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No matter how much time had passed, the Drakos home still felt… odd to Tythra. Since the break-in, Tythra continued to feel uneasy. Everything was exactly where it should and yet… she could not shake the feeling that something was missing. Tythra had gone through her and her daughters’ jewelry to find that everything was as it should be. She had made a catalog of every expensive item in the house, but everything was as it should be. There was no reason to suspect that something had gone missing.
But one does not simply break into the Drakos home for no reason. This was not some childish prank. While idiots certainly existed in the world, certainly no one would be so foolish to climb into a Drakos window for fun. There were bigger things at play here. This she had no doubt. Tythra just… needed to think.
With the war, she had grown distracted from her search. It had demanded all of her attention. To prepare for men to leave in droves from the Kingdom was no small feat, and to continue stability while soldiers sailed off to war was not easy either. Tythra had hardly the time to think about the break-in aside from increasing the number of guards in and around her home. She just could not dwell further on this incident. She had too little information.
Information. Of course! What if it was not riches within the Drakos house they were looking for, whoever they were, but information! Tythra went and gathered all the documents she had, combing through them one by one. Her office which was typically kept immaculate was now covered with different papyrus and journals. Tythra was busy between her duties as Princess, being the Head of Drakos, and her work in the senate. Over the decades she accumulated a lot of documents, typically filed away with such care.
And yet even while carefully evaluated her past work, she still came off short. There were secrets in here that were confidential, but nothing missing. They could perhaps memorize the information if that was what they were searching for, but Tythra couldn’t imagine that to be the case. Something still wasn’t right. And yet, Tythra felt closer than before. She had to stop thinking of the items in this house strictly in monetary value. She had to think beyond those confines. She had to think creatively.
Tythra rubbed the temples of her pounding head. The answer was just within her reach. Tythra’s eyes shot up to one of the slaves waiting in her office. “Send a message to Master Magnus. Summon him to me as quickly as he is able.”
While Tythra abhorred asking for help, especially from a man, she had sat on this issue far too long. Tythra had great respect for Master Magnus. He was an intelligent man and knew the power that came with information. There was no greater currency in this world than knowledge and foresight. Master Magnus would be useful should Tythra hope to unravel this mystery.
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No matter how much time had passed, the Drakos home still felt… odd to Tythra. Since the break-in, Tythra continued to feel uneasy. Everything was exactly where it should and yet… she could not shake the feeling that something was missing. Tythra had gone through her and her daughters’ jewelry to find that everything was as it should be. She had made a catalog of every expensive item in the house, but everything was as it should be. There was no reason to suspect that something had gone missing.
But one does not simply break into the Drakos home for no reason. This was not some childish prank. While idiots certainly existed in the world, certainly no one would be so foolish to climb into a Drakos window for fun. There were bigger things at play here. This she had no doubt. Tythra just… needed to think.
With the war, she had grown distracted from her search. It had demanded all of her attention. To prepare for men to leave in droves from the Kingdom was no small feat, and to continue stability while soldiers sailed off to war was not easy either. Tythra had hardly the time to think about the break-in aside from increasing the number of guards in and around her home. She just could not dwell further on this incident. She had too little information.
Information. Of course! What if it was not riches within the Drakos house they were looking for, whoever they were, but information! Tythra went and gathered all the documents she had, combing through them one by one. Her office which was typically kept immaculate was now covered with different papyrus and journals. Tythra was busy between her duties as Princess, being the Head of Drakos, and her work in the senate. Over the decades she accumulated a lot of documents, typically filed away with such care.
And yet even while carefully evaluated her past work, she still came off short. There were secrets in here that were confidential, but nothing missing. They could perhaps memorize the information if that was what they were searching for, but Tythra couldn’t imagine that to be the case. Something still wasn’t right. And yet, Tythra felt closer than before. She had to stop thinking of the items in this house strictly in monetary value. She had to think beyond those confines. She had to think creatively.
Tythra rubbed the temples of her pounding head. The answer was just within her reach. Tythra’s eyes shot up to one of the slaves waiting in her office. “Send a message to Master Magnus. Summon him to me as quickly as he is able.”
While Tythra abhorred asking for help, especially from a man, she had sat on this issue far too long. Tythra had great respect for Master Magnus. He was an intelligent man and knew the power that came with information. There was no greater currency in this world than knowledge and foresight. Master Magnus would be useful should Tythra hope to unravel this mystery.
No matter how much time had passed, the Drakos home still felt… odd to Tythra. Since the break-in, Tythra continued to feel uneasy. Everything was exactly where it should and yet… she could not shake the feeling that something was missing. Tythra had gone through her and her daughters’ jewelry to find that everything was as it should be. She had made a catalog of every expensive item in the house, but everything was as it should be. There was no reason to suspect that something had gone missing.
But one does not simply break into the Drakos home for no reason. This was not some childish prank. While idiots certainly existed in the world, certainly no one would be so foolish to climb into a Drakos window for fun. There were bigger things at play here. This she had no doubt. Tythra just… needed to think.
With the war, she had grown distracted from her search. It had demanded all of her attention. To prepare for men to leave in droves from the Kingdom was no small feat, and to continue stability while soldiers sailed off to war was not easy either. Tythra had hardly the time to think about the break-in aside from increasing the number of guards in and around her home. She just could not dwell further on this incident. She had too little information.
Information. Of course! What if it was not riches within the Drakos house they were looking for, whoever they were, but information! Tythra went and gathered all the documents she had, combing through them one by one. Her office which was typically kept immaculate was now covered with different papyrus and journals. Tythra was busy between her duties as Princess, being the Head of Drakos, and her work in the senate. Over the decades she accumulated a lot of documents, typically filed away with such care.
And yet even while carefully evaluated her past work, she still came off short. There were secrets in here that were confidential, but nothing missing. They could perhaps memorize the information if that was what they were searching for, but Tythra couldn’t imagine that to be the case. Something still wasn’t right. And yet, Tythra felt closer than before. She had to stop thinking of the items in this house strictly in monetary value. She had to think beyond those confines. She had to think creatively.
Tythra rubbed the temples of her pounding head. The answer was just within her reach. Tythra’s eyes shot up to one of the slaves waiting in her office. “Send a message to Master Magnus. Summon him to me as quickly as he is able.”
While Tythra abhorred asking for help, especially from a man, she had sat on this issue far too long. Tythra had great respect for Master Magnus. He was an intelligent man and knew the power that came with information. There was no greater currency in this world than knowledge and foresight. Master Magnus would be useful should Tythra hope to unravel this mystery.
While a break in wasn't unusual of sorts, it still wasn't commonplace. Despite the strong City Guard and their constant patrols, it wasn't unusual for ruffians or miscreants to find their way into a house of a rich merchant or a more naive commoner who had left their door unlocked. Yet to have something stolen from a well guarded and armed noble houses was far rarer, and it was in these occasions that Magnus was usually called upon for his services. He was no city Guard, but the Master Informer had enough keen senses to figure out, if not who had done the deed, at least why they had done so. The households of the royal families held more then just golds, but secrets and wealth which did far better in hiding then they do in the open.
It did not help that the house in question was under the family Drakos. The Drakos household has a legacy of powerful military achievements, on top of owning many of the mines from which their riches originated from. The head of the household being the sister to the King, the house in itself undoubtedly held many precious items that could result in horrible consequences should it be lost.
The morning after the men had left for the wars, Magnus had intended to spend some time catching up with his informants, when two missives had arrived at the same time. One of them informed him of a body in Oroboea, yet the other came with a scrawl he knew, one he often had to read through himself through many duties from the Senate.
Asking his servants to prepare his horse for a long distance travel to Oroboea shortly, Magnus had picked an older steed for the short distance he rode from his residence to the Drakos household in response to the princess's missive. Dressed smartly in his red chiton and black leather sandals, the man was quick to approach the doorway to the manor, where he was quickly admitted, his presence already expected.
Following the slave, the man thanked the young boy and tipped him a silver coin, before sharply rapping upon the door, waiting to be admitted before he took a step in. "Princess Tythra, your missive suggested great importance. I heard of the break in... but is there anything amiss?" Of course, it was a question of politeness, for there was undoubtedly much amiss had Tythra summoned for his help.
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While a break in wasn't unusual of sorts, it still wasn't commonplace. Despite the strong City Guard and their constant patrols, it wasn't unusual for ruffians or miscreants to find their way into a house of a rich merchant or a more naive commoner who had left their door unlocked. Yet to have something stolen from a well guarded and armed noble houses was far rarer, and it was in these occasions that Magnus was usually called upon for his services. He was no city Guard, but the Master Informer had enough keen senses to figure out, if not who had done the deed, at least why they had done so. The households of the royal families held more then just golds, but secrets and wealth which did far better in hiding then they do in the open.
It did not help that the house in question was under the family Drakos. The Drakos household has a legacy of powerful military achievements, on top of owning many of the mines from which their riches originated from. The head of the household being the sister to the King, the house in itself undoubtedly held many precious items that could result in horrible consequences should it be lost.
The morning after the men had left for the wars, Magnus had intended to spend some time catching up with his informants, when two missives had arrived at the same time. One of them informed him of a body in Oroboea, yet the other came with a scrawl he knew, one he often had to read through himself through many duties from the Senate.
Asking his servants to prepare his horse for a long distance travel to Oroboea shortly, Magnus had picked an older steed for the short distance he rode from his residence to the Drakos household in response to the princess's missive. Dressed smartly in his red chiton and black leather sandals, the man was quick to approach the doorway to the manor, where he was quickly admitted, his presence already expected.
Following the slave, the man thanked the young boy and tipped him a silver coin, before sharply rapping upon the door, waiting to be admitted before he took a step in. "Princess Tythra, your missive suggested great importance. I heard of the break in... but is there anything amiss?" Of course, it was a question of politeness, for there was undoubtedly much amiss had Tythra summoned for his help.
While a break in wasn't unusual of sorts, it still wasn't commonplace. Despite the strong City Guard and their constant patrols, it wasn't unusual for ruffians or miscreants to find their way into a house of a rich merchant or a more naive commoner who had left their door unlocked. Yet to have something stolen from a well guarded and armed noble houses was far rarer, and it was in these occasions that Magnus was usually called upon for his services. He was no city Guard, but the Master Informer had enough keen senses to figure out, if not who had done the deed, at least why they had done so. The households of the royal families held more then just golds, but secrets and wealth which did far better in hiding then they do in the open.
It did not help that the house in question was under the family Drakos. The Drakos household has a legacy of powerful military achievements, on top of owning many of the mines from which their riches originated from. The head of the household being the sister to the King, the house in itself undoubtedly held many precious items that could result in horrible consequences should it be lost.
The morning after the men had left for the wars, Magnus had intended to spend some time catching up with his informants, when two missives had arrived at the same time. One of them informed him of a body in Oroboea, yet the other came with a scrawl he knew, one he often had to read through himself through many duties from the Senate.
Asking his servants to prepare his horse for a long distance travel to Oroboea shortly, Magnus had picked an older steed for the short distance he rode from his residence to the Drakos household in response to the princess's missive. Dressed smartly in his red chiton and black leather sandals, the man was quick to approach the doorway to the manor, where he was quickly admitted, his presence already expected.
Following the slave, the man thanked the young boy and tipped him a silver coin, before sharply rapping upon the door, waiting to be admitted before he took a step in. "Princess Tythra, your missive suggested great importance. I heard of the break in... but is there anything amiss?" Of course, it was a question of politeness, for there was undoubtedly much amiss had Tythra summoned for his help.
Tythra did loathe asking for help, but she held too important a position both as Princess and Head of House to not reach out to one of the most intelligent men in Colchis. While he was a bit difficult to completely trust, no man should not be privy to so many secrets, Tythra had little to lose and much to gain in a working relationship with Magnus. She had nothing to hide aside from emotions that Drakos ladies knew how to keep buried and thoughts that were best left unsaid. So when Magnus arrived, Tythra did not blink. She did not shuffle the documents as if she were guilty. Her eyes merely slid up and then back down to what she was reading.
“Master Magnus, you know of the break-in of the Drakos manor, yes?” Tythra said, flipping through the different pages. “You might find it odd but nothing of any worth was stolen. My tiara remains glittering and locked, and the different jewels I and my daughters own remain in our care. And yet these people took the care to climb through a window, as evident by the footprints seen, and escape relatively unheard and unseen. So tell me, Master Magnus, what type of people would break into the Drakos Manor, a completely well-guarded home, and steals… nothing?”
Tythra finally stood up and made her way to the other side of the desk. She motioned for Magnus to sit in one of the chairs in her office. “So my thoughts turned to information. What information might I hold that someone could quickly memorize? But going through my documents does not help narrow anything down. Most are mundane and are nothing of note. Others are less so, but not necessarily unique to the Drakos manor. There would be other less guarded places to obtain similar details. And yet I feel… close. I refuse to believe there are people who are crazy enough to break into my home with no purpose. While insanity obviously exists, the likelihood of a person being that insane and equally skilled approaches zero.”
Tythra’s eyes scanned the man. Would he be able to help? He did not necessarily know what was in the Princess’s office, but there were very few people she could turn to. She would need an outsider’s perspective, perhaps a keener eye, to be able to truly nail down what on earth was the goal in breaking into her home.
“I called you in here for your perspective. While I try to be well informed in the going on’s in Colchis, I will never quite be at your level. You are simply privy to things that I know not. I wonder if you have heard or seen similar instances. Or even things that strike you as unusual that may somehow link to the Drakos. Or perhaps I welcome you to look around my house, see if anything at all seems amiss that I myself have not noticed.” Tythra motioned around. “I open my manor to you, Master Magnus. I am not so proud to ask for help.” As much as she loathed doing so.
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Tythra did loathe asking for help, but she held too important a position both as Princess and Head of House to not reach out to one of the most intelligent men in Colchis. While he was a bit difficult to completely trust, no man should not be privy to so many secrets, Tythra had little to lose and much to gain in a working relationship with Magnus. She had nothing to hide aside from emotions that Drakos ladies knew how to keep buried and thoughts that were best left unsaid. So when Magnus arrived, Tythra did not blink. She did not shuffle the documents as if she were guilty. Her eyes merely slid up and then back down to what she was reading.
“Master Magnus, you know of the break-in of the Drakos manor, yes?” Tythra said, flipping through the different pages. “You might find it odd but nothing of any worth was stolen. My tiara remains glittering and locked, and the different jewels I and my daughters own remain in our care. And yet these people took the care to climb through a window, as evident by the footprints seen, and escape relatively unheard and unseen. So tell me, Master Magnus, what type of people would break into the Drakos Manor, a completely well-guarded home, and steals… nothing?”
Tythra finally stood up and made her way to the other side of the desk. She motioned for Magnus to sit in one of the chairs in her office. “So my thoughts turned to information. What information might I hold that someone could quickly memorize? But going through my documents does not help narrow anything down. Most are mundane and are nothing of note. Others are less so, but not necessarily unique to the Drakos manor. There would be other less guarded places to obtain similar details. And yet I feel… close. I refuse to believe there are people who are crazy enough to break into my home with no purpose. While insanity obviously exists, the likelihood of a person being that insane and equally skilled approaches zero.”
Tythra’s eyes scanned the man. Would he be able to help? He did not necessarily know what was in the Princess’s office, but there were very few people she could turn to. She would need an outsider’s perspective, perhaps a keener eye, to be able to truly nail down what on earth was the goal in breaking into her home.
“I called you in here for your perspective. While I try to be well informed in the going on’s in Colchis, I will never quite be at your level. You are simply privy to things that I know not. I wonder if you have heard or seen similar instances. Or even things that strike you as unusual that may somehow link to the Drakos. Or perhaps I welcome you to look around my house, see if anything at all seems amiss that I myself have not noticed.” Tythra motioned around. “I open my manor to you, Master Magnus. I am not so proud to ask for help.” As much as she loathed doing so.
Tythra did loathe asking for help, but she held too important a position both as Princess and Head of House to not reach out to one of the most intelligent men in Colchis. While he was a bit difficult to completely trust, no man should not be privy to so many secrets, Tythra had little to lose and much to gain in a working relationship with Magnus. She had nothing to hide aside from emotions that Drakos ladies knew how to keep buried and thoughts that were best left unsaid. So when Magnus arrived, Tythra did not blink. She did not shuffle the documents as if she were guilty. Her eyes merely slid up and then back down to what she was reading.
“Master Magnus, you know of the break-in of the Drakos manor, yes?” Tythra said, flipping through the different pages. “You might find it odd but nothing of any worth was stolen. My tiara remains glittering and locked, and the different jewels I and my daughters own remain in our care. And yet these people took the care to climb through a window, as evident by the footprints seen, and escape relatively unheard and unseen. So tell me, Master Magnus, what type of people would break into the Drakos Manor, a completely well-guarded home, and steals… nothing?”
Tythra finally stood up and made her way to the other side of the desk. She motioned for Magnus to sit in one of the chairs in her office. “So my thoughts turned to information. What information might I hold that someone could quickly memorize? But going through my documents does not help narrow anything down. Most are mundane and are nothing of note. Others are less so, but not necessarily unique to the Drakos manor. There would be other less guarded places to obtain similar details. And yet I feel… close. I refuse to believe there are people who are crazy enough to break into my home with no purpose. While insanity obviously exists, the likelihood of a person being that insane and equally skilled approaches zero.”
Tythra’s eyes scanned the man. Would he be able to help? He did not necessarily know what was in the Princess’s office, but there were very few people she could turn to. She would need an outsider’s perspective, perhaps a keener eye, to be able to truly nail down what on earth was the goal in breaking into her home.
“I called you in here for your perspective. While I try to be well informed in the going on’s in Colchis, I will never quite be at your level. You are simply privy to things that I know not. I wonder if you have heard or seen similar instances. Or even things that strike you as unusual that may somehow link to the Drakos. Or perhaps I welcome you to look around my house, see if anything at all seems amiss that I myself have not noticed.” Tythra motioned around. “I open my manor to you, Master Magnus. I am not so proud to ask for help.” As much as she loathed doing so.
It was expected for Tythra to jump straight to the task at hand, and in tandem, Magnus worked quickly as well. It was similar when it came to working with much of the Kotas, really. None of them were known to beat around the bush, and in the process Magnus had long since learned he had little time to adjust and was thrown right into the fire as he arrived.
So when Tythra immediately questioned him upon his entrance, flipping through papers, Magnus quick response as a nod as he closed the door behind him. "Of course, Your Highness. I had my men come to check on the premises, but of course, the details of what may or may not have been taken, would still be best known by yourself." Afterall, while he may be Master Informer, the intimate details of everything contained in a noble or royal house would not be something he was privy to, even if he knew more then anyone else within the kingdom. He knew of the rough outline, but not the finer details of what each household contains.
The details now given by Tythra however, did make him frown as he listened. For no valuables to go missing as a break in occured was highly suspicious, for was that not what most thieves and break-ins were for, to gain more golds and riches? And those were aplenty in a royal household, especially of a princess with tiara's and jewelry, and two daughters who likely had just as much, if not more.
He knew they had entered through a window, but that was normal modus operandi for thieves who wanted to remain undetected as they entered a household through the middle of the day when most of the household was away.
Allowing the princess to yammer on with what she already had deduced, Magnus's own mind worked its cogs as he pieced together the various pieces of information he's gleaned over the last few weeks. Bodies of unidentified people found in a illegal mine... and sightings of people who were clearly not from Colchis, but were new faces. They had many foreigners who stayed, but most of them were identified before. These though... these were new.
And then were were the pirates he had seen Lady Imeeya speaking to before, and while she had not been seen in the vicinity of them any longer after that... how would that connect? Yet, the pirate was not of foreign land, clearly of Grecian bloodline.
Pieces of a puzzle that did not fit together frustrated Magnus, for he was someone who liked to solve puzzles, not create more. "I have heard reports of people not often seen, being around Midas, but of that, I have needs to seek further. Perhaps they are the ones who would have interest in something within the manor, for we already have many who have stayed for years and nothing untoward has happened before." He had promised Imeeya he would keep the information of her meeting a pirate, in exchange for his own benefits of information, so for now,he would remain silent unless the situation seemed to endanger the young Drakos's life. So instead, he nodded and bowed from his waist to the princess.
"In that case, Lady Tythra, could you lead me to the rooms you believe have been ransacked by your intruders? Perhaps we could start there."
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It was expected for Tythra to jump straight to the task at hand, and in tandem, Magnus worked quickly as well. It was similar when it came to working with much of the Kotas, really. None of them were known to beat around the bush, and in the process Magnus had long since learned he had little time to adjust and was thrown right into the fire as he arrived.
So when Tythra immediately questioned him upon his entrance, flipping through papers, Magnus quick response as a nod as he closed the door behind him. "Of course, Your Highness. I had my men come to check on the premises, but of course, the details of what may or may not have been taken, would still be best known by yourself." Afterall, while he may be Master Informer, the intimate details of everything contained in a noble or royal house would not be something he was privy to, even if he knew more then anyone else within the kingdom. He knew of the rough outline, but not the finer details of what each household contains.
The details now given by Tythra however, did make him frown as he listened. For no valuables to go missing as a break in occured was highly suspicious, for was that not what most thieves and break-ins were for, to gain more golds and riches? And those were aplenty in a royal household, especially of a princess with tiara's and jewelry, and two daughters who likely had just as much, if not more.
He knew they had entered through a window, but that was normal modus operandi for thieves who wanted to remain undetected as they entered a household through the middle of the day when most of the household was away.
Allowing the princess to yammer on with what she already had deduced, Magnus's own mind worked its cogs as he pieced together the various pieces of information he's gleaned over the last few weeks. Bodies of unidentified people found in a illegal mine... and sightings of people who were clearly not from Colchis, but were new faces. They had many foreigners who stayed, but most of them were identified before. These though... these were new.
And then were were the pirates he had seen Lady Imeeya speaking to before, and while she had not been seen in the vicinity of them any longer after that... how would that connect? Yet, the pirate was not of foreign land, clearly of Grecian bloodline.
Pieces of a puzzle that did not fit together frustrated Magnus, for he was someone who liked to solve puzzles, not create more. "I have heard reports of people not often seen, being around Midas, but of that, I have needs to seek further. Perhaps they are the ones who would have interest in something within the manor, for we already have many who have stayed for years and nothing untoward has happened before." He had promised Imeeya he would keep the information of her meeting a pirate, in exchange for his own benefits of information, so for now,he would remain silent unless the situation seemed to endanger the young Drakos's life. So instead, he nodded and bowed from his waist to the princess.
"In that case, Lady Tythra, could you lead me to the rooms you believe have been ransacked by your intruders? Perhaps we could start there."
It was expected for Tythra to jump straight to the task at hand, and in tandem, Magnus worked quickly as well. It was similar when it came to working with much of the Kotas, really. None of them were known to beat around the bush, and in the process Magnus had long since learned he had little time to adjust and was thrown right into the fire as he arrived.
So when Tythra immediately questioned him upon his entrance, flipping through papers, Magnus quick response as a nod as he closed the door behind him. "Of course, Your Highness. I had my men come to check on the premises, but of course, the details of what may or may not have been taken, would still be best known by yourself." Afterall, while he may be Master Informer, the intimate details of everything contained in a noble or royal house would not be something he was privy to, even if he knew more then anyone else within the kingdom. He knew of the rough outline, but not the finer details of what each household contains.
The details now given by Tythra however, did make him frown as he listened. For no valuables to go missing as a break in occured was highly suspicious, for was that not what most thieves and break-ins were for, to gain more golds and riches? And those were aplenty in a royal household, especially of a princess with tiara's and jewelry, and two daughters who likely had just as much, if not more.
He knew they had entered through a window, but that was normal modus operandi for thieves who wanted to remain undetected as they entered a household through the middle of the day when most of the household was away.
Allowing the princess to yammer on with what she already had deduced, Magnus's own mind worked its cogs as he pieced together the various pieces of information he's gleaned over the last few weeks. Bodies of unidentified people found in a illegal mine... and sightings of people who were clearly not from Colchis, but were new faces. They had many foreigners who stayed, but most of them were identified before. These though... these were new.
And then were were the pirates he had seen Lady Imeeya speaking to before, and while she had not been seen in the vicinity of them any longer after that... how would that connect? Yet, the pirate was not of foreign land, clearly of Grecian bloodline.
Pieces of a puzzle that did not fit together frustrated Magnus, for he was someone who liked to solve puzzles, not create more. "I have heard reports of people not often seen, being around Midas, but of that, I have needs to seek further. Perhaps they are the ones who would have interest in something within the manor, for we already have many who have stayed for years and nothing untoward has happened before." He had promised Imeeya he would keep the information of her meeting a pirate, in exchange for his own benefits of information, so for now,he would remain silent unless the situation seemed to endanger the young Drakos's life. So instead, he nodded and bowed from his waist to the princess.
"In that case, Lady Tythra, could you lead me to the rooms you believe have been ransacked by your intruders? Perhaps we could start there."
The frustrating part of this all was that Tythra had no clue what rooms got ransacked. With nothing missing, there was no real clue what the intruders were doing here. For once the carefully placed face gave a glimmer to her true emotions: annoyance and frustration. But it was not of Magnus, he was perfectly polite and asked the right question. This situation, however, was a conundrum to Tythra. If she were a lesser noble or even a peasant, she would not be as worried. She would be grateful for her jewels and riches remaining in her house and forget the incident even occurred. But being in the station that she was, a senator, a Princess, and a Head of a Royal House, this was a far more serious transgression. She could not allow herself to… forget.
“If we rule out the Drakos wealth being their primary motivation…” She spoke slowly, clearly lost in her thought, “There are only two places I could think would be of interest to them.” People not often seen… foreigners? What would foreigners know of what lies within the Drakos house? They may know of her status, sure, but beyond that… what interest would they have?
This was just another clue that didn’t quite match up. Tythra rubbed her temples, the heading now ebbing. She had to think, needed to think. “Would be my bedroom and my office. While I try to keep my bedroom bare with work, enough so that I keep it separated from my office, I do sometimes bring material there to read when I cannot sleep. But around that time… no, I don’t think there was anything of note. Most sensitive material can be found in here,” Tythra gestured around to the mess that was currently her office. “Which is why you see it uncharacteristically disheveled. But people not often seen? What would those people want with the Drakos house?” And why specifically the Drakos? Why not the Thanasi or the Eliades?
It could be argued because it is a house filled with women that it would be weaker. But that sentiment was idiocy. Just because women ruled the home, did not mean they stood unguarded. Tythra was a quick judge of character, and so she surrounded herself with people of worth. She had guards that were strong and able, real men of Colchis ready to defend the house and those within. Perhaps it could be that they were the house with the least amount of people, but that did not account for those in her employ.
Tythra stood and looked once more around. She cracked her neck, having been working diligently since the early hours of the morning. Did she even stop to eat today? It wouldn’t be the first time.”I have stared at this problem for too long, Master Magnus. I need an outsider’s eyes. If you were a thief… where would you be drawn to?” Tythra knew her house up and down, or so she thought. Something was amiss, but what?
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The frustrating part of this all was that Tythra had no clue what rooms got ransacked. With nothing missing, there was no real clue what the intruders were doing here. For once the carefully placed face gave a glimmer to her true emotions: annoyance and frustration. But it was not of Magnus, he was perfectly polite and asked the right question. This situation, however, was a conundrum to Tythra. If she were a lesser noble or even a peasant, she would not be as worried. She would be grateful for her jewels and riches remaining in her house and forget the incident even occurred. But being in the station that she was, a senator, a Princess, and a Head of a Royal House, this was a far more serious transgression. She could not allow herself to… forget.
“If we rule out the Drakos wealth being their primary motivation…” She spoke slowly, clearly lost in her thought, “There are only two places I could think would be of interest to them.” People not often seen… foreigners? What would foreigners know of what lies within the Drakos house? They may know of her status, sure, but beyond that… what interest would they have?
This was just another clue that didn’t quite match up. Tythra rubbed her temples, the heading now ebbing. She had to think, needed to think. “Would be my bedroom and my office. While I try to keep my bedroom bare with work, enough so that I keep it separated from my office, I do sometimes bring material there to read when I cannot sleep. But around that time… no, I don’t think there was anything of note. Most sensitive material can be found in here,” Tythra gestured around to the mess that was currently her office. “Which is why you see it uncharacteristically disheveled. But people not often seen? What would those people want with the Drakos house?” And why specifically the Drakos? Why not the Thanasi or the Eliades?
It could be argued because it is a house filled with women that it would be weaker. But that sentiment was idiocy. Just because women ruled the home, did not mean they stood unguarded. Tythra was a quick judge of character, and so she surrounded herself with people of worth. She had guards that were strong and able, real men of Colchis ready to defend the house and those within. Perhaps it could be that they were the house with the least amount of people, but that did not account for those in her employ.
Tythra stood and looked once more around. She cracked her neck, having been working diligently since the early hours of the morning. Did she even stop to eat today? It wouldn’t be the first time.”I have stared at this problem for too long, Master Magnus. I need an outsider’s eyes. If you were a thief… where would you be drawn to?” Tythra knew her house up and down, or so she thought. Something was amiss, but what?
The frustrating part of this all was that Tythra had no clue what rooms got ransacked. With nothing missing, there was no real clue what the intruders were doing here. For once the carefully placed face gave a glimmer to her true emotions: annoyance and frustration. But it was not of Magnus, he was perfectly polite and asked the right question. This situation, however, was a conundrum to Tythra. If she were a lesser noble or even a peasant, she would not be as worried. She would be grateful for her jewels and riches remaining in her house and forget the incident even occurred. But being in the station that she was, a senator, a Princess, and a Head of a Royal House, this was a far more serious transgression. She could not allow herself to… forget.
“If we rule out the Drakos wealth being their primary motivation…” She spoke slowly, clearly lost in her thought, “There are only two places I could think would be of interest to them.” People not often seen… foreigners? What would foreigners know of what lies within the Drakos house? They may know of her status, sure, but beyond that… what interest would they have?
This was just another clue that didn’t quite match up. Tythra rubbed her temples, the heading now ebbing. She had to think, needed to think. “Would be my bedroom and my office. While I try to keep my bedroom bare with work, enough so that I keep it separated from my office, I do sometimes bring material there to read when I cannot sleep. But around that time… no, I don’t think there was anything of note. Most sensitive material can be found in here,” Tythra gestured around to the mess that was currently her office. “Which is why you see it uncharacteristically disheveled. But people not often seen? What would those people want with the Drakos house?” And why specifically the Drakos? Why not the Thanasi or the Eliades?
It could be argued because it is a house filled with women that it would be weaker. But that sentiment was idiocy. Just because women ruled the home, did not mean they stood unguarded. Tythra was a quick judge of character, and so she surrounded herself with people of worth. She had guards that were strong and able, real men of Colchis ready to defend the house and those within. Perhaps it could be that they were the house with the least amount of people, but that did not account for those in her employ.
Tythra stood and looked once more around. She cracked her neck, having been working diligently since the early hours of the morning. Did she even stop to eat today? It wouldn’t be the first time.”I have stared at this problem for too long, Master Magnus. I need an outsider’s eyes. If you were a thief… where would you be drawn to?” Tythra knew her house up and down, or so she thought. Something was amiss, but what?
The hardest part perhaps in this situation, was that the trail was likely cold by now. Magnus liked to visit a site of a crime or an occasion fresh after it has occured. It meant he had the chance of observing as much as possible before the fingers and unhelpful hands of commoners, servants or nobles aliked tampered with whatever evidence the culprit may have left. Now that it's been days and the manor has most definitely been cleaned and picked up by servants, it simply made his job far more difficult.
But it wasn't impossible. The word impossible was likely so far away from Magnus's dictionary, he didn't wish to entertain it. Instead, the Master Informer merely jumped right into work, his eyes gazing and taking in as much information even as he focused his ears on the words of Lady Tythra.
If nothing of financial worth had been taken, it was easy for wealth to be ruled out. Afterall had it been but a petty theft, so many of the jewelry owned by three royal born ladies could've been wiped out. Yet they remain intact.
Nodding as Tythra voiced her thoughts out loud, his eyes followed the wave of the princess's hands as she gestured at her office. Shrugging at her query, his brows were furrowed as he tried to make sense of the papers strewn about. How much of it was Tythra sorting things out, and how much had been taken by someone? Thieves usually lacked the ability to read or write, which meant if they had been going after sensitive information, they would've been hired. "Have you kept any information which may be of harm to any particular noble or royal family lately, Lady Tythra?" Only someone with a reputation to protect would want to go to such lengths to do so, which ruled out many of the common and working classes.
Knowing the Drakos house also had many guards to protect three ladies, it was not farfetched of Magnus to assume the theft have been done by people invited in. "Has there been any visitors invited in by you or your daughters, Your Highness?" he asked, flipping over a paper or two, before putting it back in place. "We would be able to find things far easier if everything is in place... would your servants help?" More like, did she trust her servants?
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The hardest part perhaps in this situation, was that the trail was likely cold by now. Magnus liked to visit a site of a crime or an occasion fresh after it has occured. It meant he had the chance of observing as much as possible before the fingers and unhelpful hands of commoners, servants or nobles aliked tampered with whatever evidence the culprit may have left. Now that it's been days and the manor has most definitely been cleaned and picked up by servants, it simply made his job far more difficult.
But it wasn't impossible. The word impossible was likely so far away from Magnus's dictionary, he didn't wish to entertain it. Instead, the Master Informer merely jumped right into work, his eyes gazing and taking in as much information even as he focused his ears on the words of Lady Tythra.
If nothing of financial worth had been taken, it was easy for wealth to be ruled out. Afterall had it been but a petty theft, so many of the jewelry owned by three royal born ladies could've been wiped out. Yet they remain intact.
Nodding as Tythra voiced her thoughts out loud, his eyes followed the wave of the princess's hands as she gestured at her office. Shrugging at her query, his brows were furrowed as he tried to make sense of the papers strewn about. How much of it was Tythra sorting things out, and how much had been taken by someone? Thieves usually lacked the ability to read or write, which meant if they had been going after sensitive information, they would've been hired. "Have you kept any information which may be of harm to any particular noble or royal family lately, Lady Tythra?" Only someone with a reputation to protect would want to go to such lengths to do so, which ruled out many of the common and working classes.
Knowing the Drakos house also had many guards to protect three ladies, it was not farfetched of Magnus to assume the theft have been done by people invited in. "Has there been any visitors invited in by you or your daughters, Your Highness?" he asked, flipping over a paper or two, before putting it back in place. "We would be able to find things far easier if everything is in place... would your servants help?" More like, did she trust her servants?
The hardest part perhaps in this situation, was that the trail was likely cold by now. Magnus liked to visit a site of a crime or an occasion fresh after it has occured. It meant he had the chance of observing as much as possible before the fingers and unhelpful hands of commoners, servants or nobles aliked tampered with whatever evidence the culprit may have left. Now that it's been days and the manor has most definitely been cleaned and picked up by servants, it simply made his job far more difficult.
But it wasn't impossible. The word impossible was likely so far away from Magnus's dictionary, he didn't wish to entertain it. Instead, the Master Informer merely jumped right into work, his eyes gazing and taking in as much information even as he focused his ears on the words of Lady Tythra.
If nothing of financial worth had been taken, it was easy for wealth to be ruled out. Afterall had it been but a petty theft, so many of the jewelry owned by three royal born ladies could've been wiped out. Yet they remain intact.
Nodding as Tythra voiced her thoughts out loud, his eyes followed the wave of the princess's hands as she gestured at her office. Shrugging at her query, his brows were furrowed as he tried to make sense of the papers strewn about. How much of it was Tythra sorting things out, and how much had been taken by someone? Thieves usually lacked the ability to read or write, which meant if they had been going after sensitive information, they would've been hired. "Have you kept any information which may be of harm to any particular noble or royal family lately, Lady Tythra?" Only someone with a reputation to protect would want to go to such lengths to do so, which ruled out many of the common and working classes.
Knowing the Drakos house also had many guards to protect three ladies, it was not farfetched of Magnus to assume the theft have been done by people invited in. "Has there been any visitors invited in by you or your daughters, Your Highness?" he asked, flipping over a paper or two, before putting it back in place. "We would be able to find things far easier if everything is in place... would your servants help?" More like, did she trust her servants?
Information that may harm the royal family, he said. That was not something that Tythra would ever be interested in. She would protect her family to the bitter end. She did not wish to have anything that would incriminate them.
But wait… it didn’t necessarily have to be information right? Tythra felt herself pale. She was going about this the wrong way. There was something that she had, something she rarely saw that could do irrevocable damage. Not just to the Kotas but to all of Colchis. She was an idiot. Why did she not think of this sooner?
Tythra’s mask completely slipped now. The typically cool, calm and collected woman was now completely stressed, approaching panic. “Oh no, oh no, oh no,” she said under her breath. It was there. It had to be there. No way would they have been able to find it, and even if they did find it how would they know what it was? Or even that she would have it? Tythra was being paranoid. It was there. No doubt.
Except that she had to check. The woman quickly moved her way to her desk. “Assist me with this,” her words were short, her mind no longer on politeness, and instead focused on her one fear. Moving her desk, the woman crouched down. Her throat tightened.
It’s there. She thought to herself. She held her breath as she moved the floorboard.
It was silly that Tythra had this in the first place. She argued that it shouldn’t be in her possession. In fact, it should only be in one person’s possession. And it shouldn’t be Tythra. But alas she had it, even if she saw it maybe once a year. As the decades went by, the significance was lost and it became… well, something that was clearly easily forgotten. But it was something that was worth more than the riches in her home. It was something that could cause more harm than any of the sensitive information Tythra was privy to.
She peered into the hole. Her heart was racing so loud that it would echo in her ears. Thump, thump, thump. She could feel it in her chest. Her breath was still held and her hand slipped into the hole, feeling around. When it remerged, Tythra uttered two words.
“It’s gone.”
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Information that may harm the royal family, he said. That was not something that Tythra would ever be interested in. She would protect her family to the bitter end. She did not wish to have anything that would incriminate them.
But wait… it didn’t necessarily have to be information right? Tythra felt herself pale. She was going about this the wrong way. There was something that she had, something she rarely saw that could do irrevocable damage. Not just to the Kotas but to all of Colchis. She was an idiot. Why did she not think of this sooner?
Tythra’s mask completely slipped now. The typically cool, calm and collected woman was now completely stressed, approaching panic. “Oh no, oh no, oh no,” she said under her breath. It was there. It had to be there. No way would they have been able to find it, and even if they did find it how would they know what it was? Or even that she would have it? Tythra was being paranoid. It was there. No doubt.
Except that she had to check. The woman quickly moved her way to her desk. “Assist me with this,” her words were short, her mind no longer on politeness, and instead focused on her one fear. Moving her desk, the woman crouched down. Her throat tightened.
It’s there. She thought to herself. She held her breath as she moved the floorboard.
It was silly that Tythra had this in the first place. She argued that it shouldn’t be in her possession. In fact, it should only be in one person’s possession. And it shouldn’t be Tythra. But alas she had it, even if she saw it maybe once a year. As the decades went by, the significance was lost and it became… well, something that was clearly easily forgotten. But it was something that was worth more than the riches in her home. It was something that could cause more harm than any of the sensitive information Tythra was privy to.
She peered into the hole. Her heart was racing so loud that it would echo in her ears. Thump, thump, thump. She could feel it in her chest. Her breath was still held and her hand slipped into the hole, feeling around. When it remerged, Tythra uttered two words.
“It’s gone.”
Information that may harm the royal family, he said. That was not something that Tythra would ever be interested in. She would protect her family to the bitter end. She did not wish to have anything that would incriminate them.
But wait… it didn’t necessarily have to be information right? Tythra felt herself pale. She was going about this the wrong way. There was something that she had, something she rarely saw that could do irrevocable damage. Not just to the Kotas but to all of Colchis. She was an idiot. Why did she not think of this sooner?
Tythra’s mask completely slipped now. The typically cool, calm and collected woman was now completely stressed, approaching panic. “Oh no, oh no, oh no,” she said under her breath. It was there. It had to be there. No way would they have been able to find it, and even if they did find it how would they know what it was? Or even that she would have it? Tythra was being paranoid. It was there. No doubt.
Except that she had to check. The woman quickly moved her way to her desk. “Assist me with this,” her words were short, her mind no longer on politeness, and instead focused on her one fear. Moving her desk, the woman crouched down. Her throat tightened.
It’s there. She thought to herself. She held her breath as she moved the floorboard.
It was silly that Tythra had this in the first place. She argued that it shouldn’t be in her possession. In fact, it should only be in one person’s possession. And it shouldn’t be Tythra. But alas she had it, even if she saw it maybe once a year. As the decades went by, the significance was lost and it became… well, something that was clearly easily forgotten. But it was something that was worth more than the riches in her home. It was something that could cause more harm than any of the sensitive information Tythra was privy to.
She peered into the hole. Her heart was racing so loud that it would echo in her ears. Thump, thump, thump. She could feel it in her chest. Her breath was still held and her hand slipped into the hole, feeling around. When it remerged, Tythra uttered two words.
“It’s gone.”
Honestly, he had expected the princess to be of a calm, collected veneer. That had always been Princess Tythra's protocol, and he had rarely seen the slip of her face, or even much of her actions. Like her brother, the Drakos matriarch kept her emotions on a tight leash, and it was that which allowed her to keep such a tight rein over the provinces she ruled in the death of her husband, and how she manages to make all of the senators in court listen to her despite her obvious gender difference.
So when Tythra suddenly slip in her typically collected mask, surprise registered upon Magnus's face as he blinked, a little at a loss for words at how she was acting. It was obvious she was flustered, presumably at what the robbers had taken.
Without question, Magnus swiftly followed after her, and moved the desk as she asked. With no clue at what the woman was getting at, the Master Informer could only watch, crouching down opposing her as he watched her move, so many questions with no answers in his head. A floorboard was a sound place to hide something, as many people did. With so many floorboards in a home, thieves wouldn't waste their time searching the many choices, and would mostly take only what was obvious and valuable to them.
Which meant these people knew what they were looking for.
But it was clear that the absence of whatever object it was was clearly distressing to the princess, and Magnus's voice held urgency as he asked, unable to help without information provided to him. "What is it, Your Highness?" he asked, only for his face to pale once he was told what it was.
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Honestly, he had expected the princess to be of a calm, collected veneer. That had always been Princess Tythra's protocol, and he had rarely seen the slip of her face, or even much of her actions. Like her brother, the Drakos matriarch kept her emotions on a tight leash, and it was that which allowed her to keep such a tight rein over the provinces she ruled in the death of her husband, and how she manages to make all of the senators in court listen to her despite her obvious gender difference.
So when Tythra suddenly slip in her typically collected mask, surprise registered upon Magnus's face as he blinked, a little at a loss for words at how she was acting. It was obvious she was flustered, presumably at what the robbers had taken.
Without question, Magnus swiftly followed after her, and moved the desk as she asked. With no clue at what the woman was getting at, the Master Informer could only watch, crouching down opposing her as he watched her move, so many questions with no answers in his head. A floorboard was a sound place to hide something, as many people did. With so many floorboards in a home, thieves wouldn't waste their time searching the many choices, and would mostly take only what was obvious and valuable to them.
Which meant these people knew what they were looking for.
But it was clear that the absence of whatever object it was was clearly distressing to the princess, and Magnus's voice held urgency as he asked, unable to help without information provided to him. "What is it, Your Highness?" he asked, only for his face to pale once he was told what it was.
Honestly, he had expected the princess to be of a calm, collected veneer. That had always been Princess Tythra's protocol, and he had rarely seen the slip of her face, or even much of her actions. Like her brother, the Drakos matriarch kept her emotions on a tight leash, and it was that which allowed her to keep such a tight rein over the provinces she ruled in the death of her husband, and how she manages to make all of the senators in court listen to her despite her obvious gender difference.
So when Tythra suddenly slip in her typically collected mask, surprise registered upon Magnus's face as he blinked, a little at a loss for words at how she was acting. It was obvious she was flustered, presumably at what the robbers had taken.
Without question, Magnus swiftly followed after her, and moved the desk as she asked. With no clue at what the woman was getting at, the Master Informer could only watch, crouching down opposing her as he watched her move, so many questions with no answers in his head. A floorboard was a sound place to hide something, as many people did. With so many floorboards in a home, thieves wouldn't waste their time searching the many choices, and would mostly take only what was obvious and valuable to them.
Which meant these people knew what they were looking for.
But it was clear that the absence of whatever object it was was clearly distressing to the princess, and Magnus's voice held urgency as he asked, unable to help without information provided to him. "What is it, Your Highness?" he asked, only for his face to pale once he was told what it was.