For posts relating to Lerida seeking Irrykin please look to Ecthos and the thread entitled "The Search Continues"

Due to character changes, and Lerida not being 'magic' I've edited these posts and instead left Irrykin's response here below, as a basis for where my posts flow on from.

Lerida has returned to town and has immediately set foot into Westend seeking this certain sir.

Thank you.

The flat that expelled the suited Jackal was as unremarkable as any building in the WestEnd. It worked quite hard to remain such.

He tapped a cane upon each step down into the street and then let the tip of the simple black-lacquered wood number each crack it passed (each flaw). In a gray-gloved hand, the Jackal carried an unremarkable business card, flipped over and over, whispering against the air and the early morning light. Unremarkable indeed, save that it carried three letters....acronym, initials....it could be left to conjecture.

Perhaps Irrykin was not watching for observers, although it was quite unlikely this was anything approaching an innocuous morning stroll, but by the time he'd simply taken five steps from the building of origin, he was already several blocks away. At that point in time, space deemed that it would behave in a relatively normal fashion, and each step carried him only a yard or so, or however far a stride usually carries one.

Flip-flip said the little card.