"Get them up, get everyone up."
"Eryn... it's three in the morning, what in the name of the great trade winds do you want with getting everyone up, on overtime pay no less?"
"You heard me, I want this spire lit before the sun peeks up over the horizon in Nagrand."
There is much that can be said for hard work and hard graft, when properly motivated people can achieve amazing things. The Ethereals were well known for their love of money, a love that often kept the netherstorm humming with activity well into the night, but even Haramad needed time to recover, and for someone to demand that the whole spire be mobilised meant either something bad or something good.. dependent on the viewpoint of course. Never let it be said that the Ethereals were not hard working, the spire was alive within minutes, cryo-techs, wind traders, information brokers, and even some of the Nexus consortiate themselves filled the spire with light and energy, activity and work.
She was about to break every rule that had been imposed on her, but she no longer cared, enough was enough. The only thought now was to find this Fanaion, and start to learn what exactly he was, and what he might be capable of. She quickly extracted the pad from her belt and pulled up all the information she had collected, and tapped at an entry at the top... within ten seconds none of the info linked back to the Circle, good enough for now.
She stalked into the meeting room, over thirty ethereals waited, discussing matters of commerce between themselves and nodding curtly as Eryn walked in and placed a simple silver card on the table.
"The contents of that card, and the account it is linked to, is the reward. The job is to find a target, find him, and learn everything that there is possibly to learn. I want to know what he thinks, what he feels, I want to know when he goes to the toilet, I want to know when he sleeps, where he sleeps. I want to know exactly what he eats for breakfast and what he has eaten for the last year. Beg, borrow, bug, spy, bribe, blackmail, extort, I don't care what you do, I want to know everything that's going on in -his- head."
One of the cryo-techs picked up the card and tapped it against a small device, before nearly dropping both device and card, his arms gesticulating wildly in all directions. If incentive was needed, it just got given en masse...
"You will pull every string you can think of, call in every favour owed to you, I don't care if you dig dirt up on the damned Temple of Elune and ransom Tyrande herself, I want this name found, I want him tracked, and this is to happen now."
One of the Wind Traders walked through the sudden explosion of commotion and noise and chuckled, nodding at Eryn.
"Always a flair for the dramatic hm?"
"Time is a factor, I'll also want my kit checked and prepared, once we know exactly what we're facing, I plan on going on a little hunt."
"You do know there will be nether to pay if this gets back to whoever you're doing it for?"
"Doesn't matter, the situation has changed. I'm damn near certain we're dealing with a spook."
The Wind Trader looked at Eryn carefully for a long moment and folded it's arms, the wrapping shifting slightly, almost a nervousness on the edge of it's motions as it turned to look at the assembly room, which within the few scant minutes was literally transformed, all over the walls were maps of every known area on Azeroth and the Outlands, images of the evidence collected were pinned along with their location to them, and small strings connected them together, attempting to connect the threads of the web that had been spun around the circle.
"... last time we went after one of yours it became very ugly. I take it you have no issues with getting your hands dirty, Eryn?"
"Any means necessary, yes, I know what that can imply. And get a message to Eclipse, I want her opinion as well."
A simple nod and acknowledgement, and the Wind Trader disappeared into the bustle...
"Some prices are too great. Some webs should never be spun." - Erynia Starshard, Cenarion Agent (Internal Affairs)
