The receptionist barely had time to glance the Lord?s way before poking a finger towards a desk in the middle of the large room full of many desks.

?That?s her desk, sir, but she?s not in right now.? The receptionist chirped lightly before returning to her other duties and leaving him on his own.

Should he desire to investigate further he will find the desk pointed out to him is meticulous and organized. The In-Box is full and an image of her family in a standing frame; her mama and papa, she and all seven of her brothers, (all with red hair) grace her desk with a simple touch of hominess. Another notable difference is a clipboard that hangs from a chain, (magically secured), from one side of her desk. Above the hanging clipboard is a small sign which reads: ?Tips, messages, leads? Under that line is written: ?Anonymous tips invited?, under which an arrow points down to the clipboard. A pen is also secured for easy access.

There are a few scattered sticky notes taped to the desk blotter: ?Meeting at 5pm Courthouse?, ?Lucien Mallorek, Barrister reschedule?, ?Merchants Interviews, must have?, ?Mafia ties: include Count?, a grocery list, (mostly vegetables), an unlabeled address somewhere in the WestEnd with a notation about water, and ?Red Dragon, Wednesday night?.

The drawers are magically locked, coded not only by word but vocal tone, (spell courtesy of Mad Madame Mim, a local dockside mage.)

There is no sign whatsoever of our intrepid heroine however as she is off sniffing out news! Won?t that please her editor Amaltea!!!