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RP The Riddle

After having returned from the ancient tombs I sit down in a quiet spot, pull out a piece of ciphered paper and start breeding over it. After a while, facepalm myself, start putting notes on the paper. I shake my head... I roll up the scroll and leave, but the next days I can be seen again with a pile of books and scrolls of old plays. When asked, I tell everyone I need to refresh my knowledge on the old masters, and it seems that I am indeed reading them, however the way I read looks strange, shifting backwards and forwards, turning pages in all directions, and always with a sheet as a book marker. After a some days while again doing my reading, a smirk rushes over my face just to fade a few minutes later into a look of annoyance. Just as I am about to put the book away I halt, close my eyes and sniff. I pick up all my scrolls and books and I can be seen rushing off, inquiring about Beldak's latest location.
Syvil who has been eyeing you every morning as he goes tot he market for Adolfo comes back with a basket just as you start asking for Beldak; Beldak? Not seen him around for some time now. If you want Jana could have a fly over and see what she finds? Jana; perched on her favourite spot, hoots once and flies down to sit on Syvil's shoulder. He gently strokes her feathers; plucking out one that seems to have snapped.
Beldak finds Marokin outside the Tipsy Mermaid as he returns from his rounds of the town. Good day, I hear you've been looking for me? Rather nice to have a search party out for me. Beldak jests as he shakes Marokins hand. Just been out on my usual rounds, to see whats going on about the town. What can I help you with? Perhaps we can talk about it over a drink, I'm buying?  Beldak makes his way in through the crooked wooden door and heads to the bar, greeting Adolfo in passing as he goes in.  I imagine Syvil was first to find my location, he is rather resourceful, is he still about? 
Jana swoops in after you; just managing to get in before the door shuts. She lands softly over by Syvil who now sits quiet in a corner but gives Beldak a smile and a nod.
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Marokin nods a "thank you" to Syvil. Oh well, we have to discuss some things, you will be happy to know that I made some progress.   Marokin and Beldak sit down in a corner and start whispering to each other. I have a clue about these pages we were talking about. I am onto something and I think I know which question to ask Ulrich in exchange for the book... you agree? We should go to them as soon as we have the time to. For now let's still keep it to ourselves. I know some here have clear allegiances that are similar to ours, however even those can not be trusted too much.  Marokin looks over to Syvil and Adolfo. Not even him.
Beldak drinks down some of his beer and thinks for a moment. I do agree, what question do you think to ask Ulrich? I would like to act sooner rather than later  and what progress have you made on the pages? I fear I made no sense of them at all. It's hard to trust anyone but it doesn't mean we can't use them still, keep everyone close and it's easier to keep an eye on things. I admit I am suspicious of things at the moment, I came home to find my door tampered with the other day. All very troubling. Beldak drinks up, with a look of concern.
Syvil; catching on to the fact that he is not wanted from the hushed voices and the slight glance Marokin gives him stands up; No, gentlemen, I think me and Jana will be going outside; she needs her endurance training and I haven't shown her the Lodge of Light yet. Good day to you. He says this slightly stiffly but perhaps that is rather because he is forcing himself a little than due to hurt feelings. In either case you see him leave and soon hear him whistle a soft, but merry, tune which fades quickly as he leaves.