“ Time is often part of a solution, but never the solution itself." planar proverb     Second Guild Day of Mortis, 126 HR The alleys of the Hive were as familiar to Síkhara as the lines on her own palm. Every crack in the pavement, every rotten door, every hidden niche seemed to hold a story or a lost dream - some of them her own. About a week and a half had passed since she had met Krystall in the Rusty Blade , and neither the blood hunter nor the Razor Angels had been able to find any useful clues about the shadow thieves. Síkhara's client, the githzerai Zramag, was growing impatient. But then Krystall had contacted her. One of her cell members, a half-elf named Rianna, had discovered something. Disguised as a scribe at the City Court, she had told a new victim that her shadow had also been stolen, and had thus struck up a conversation with the affected gnome lawyer. He had shown her a piece of paper he had found in his office, the scene of the theft. S...