( Dorian will discover a series of feathers. Nowhere alarming; just tucked into particular favourite books he may have been seen reviewing repeatedly in the Library, or perhaps lurking at the corner of a painting that he walks by frequently. They don't point to anything in particular, but eventually he can discover a little clutch of would-be eggs, wrapped in gold foil and nestled in black paper, resting in a space on one of the bookshelves. Fancy chocolate eggs, these, nowhere near so troublesome as the other variety in his quarters not so long ago.
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randomly around the last week of Drakonis;
You see? The Spymaster isn't always terrible. )
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