Eostre had her feelers out, her small information network quickly expanding as she rose ranks and worked with more trolls. She'd had her people keep a lookout for trolls who might be useful, that might fill a need she had. Her new plan was to build up her spy network from the ground up, personally mentoring them if she could. She needed intelligent, trustworthy trolls, and she was patient. A small, greenblooded detective ended up in one of her recent dossiers, and she was intrigued, lingering over the name and information given. With her coat and moonglasses on, Eostre was ready to make a very personal trip to meet with her.
She knocked on the door, polite soft taps with gloved hands. Best to make a good impression on the young troll.
"Hello, this is where I might find Dalema Ogsrer, is it not?" she called through the door.
ImaginationsParadise
sweats realizin i didnt tag you into this
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