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Long registered in the space behind her was the long and blue couch Aiden dropped down into. One leg found it's way into resting on a knee and the rest of her body reclined low and deep into the seating. Her arms went to either side before laying infront of Aiden's face when the rest of the body leaned to it's left and pressed on the length of the couch.

Her head was light, feathering, flowing up and away from the body. She was there, but now very much so unable to be apart of all that was around her, yet there was no pretending she'd been cursed with a mysterious high as it was the misery aspect of her long week obviously lingering in the front of her face.

Indeed, Aiden was in no ease as she was just recalling how days ago Aes had been in a way a friend and now, now longer lead by Vossler distancing into a realm of war - Aiden was sure. The night had lost it's bounce.

There was a pause before and answer to Timont's question would be able to find its way in the channeling of Aiden's thoughts. Her secret had had three days of life to it.

"To Vossler? I mean he was shot... and I guess the guy who shot him probably wouldn't have done or indirectly ******** up my plans it if he wasn't so ******** up on whatever." Again, there was reluctance to reveal names. Who else to put faith on and spare one more day for because there was absolutely no one else but Chance Godrey? "Ater Nox, Lucidus Magus, and Aes. Ater Nox, Lucidus, and... you know what, let me have another shot."

With both hands pushing against the couch, Aiden was up to her feet and moving in Timont's reaction. A hand reached and slid a shot glass back to its former position infront of a seated at the table Aiden. "Pour?"

Unlike his drinking partner of the previous night, Timont had stayed up. Two more bottles of whiskey were on the table empty, his head pounding as he whispered into the phone next to his ear. "That's right. Buy now. We can drive up price with scarcity. When Aes gets desperate we can make a killing. Not literally of course. That's the soldiers job. Seeing Aiden up, he quickly said goodbye, before turning to his guest. "Coffee and Breakfast, or are you going to have a walk of shame going wherever you're going?" Timont smirked, taking another shot of whiskey.

Timont nodded. "The meeting, then I'm taking a flight to Aes, meet some suppliers. Apparently we're supposed to make a move to squash all competition in the area. Nothing major, however prices have tripled overnight. We're selling at two thirds that, and still will make an increased profit. Add in the fact we have the contracts to rebuild the Aesian warships, all that's left is getting a contract to rebuild the damage done in the attacks. But that ain't my job." Timont rose and walked over to the cabinet, finishing off another glass of whiskey. "You mind waiting ten minutes for the coffee to come up? Or do you want some instant instead? And food will be eggs and bagel, as soon as I call downstairs, that is if you don't mind the smell of me eating." Timont pulled another bottle of Whiskey out of the cabinet along with a bag of instant coffee.

He paused for a second before grabbing a third bottle out of the cabinet. "Present from my father. Bottle of wine if you want it. I personally detest wine; so either you take it or its going to waste to one of my cousins. Or brothers. Though I'm sure my grandfather would appreciate the taste." He flashed a charming smile towards Aiden. "And while we wait you can tell me your wonderful plans for the day." Timont was back in top form, the whiskey and adrenaline fuelled mind whirling at maximum speed.

Timont's eyes narrowed for a split second. He wondered what game she was playing at. It was very clear that she wanted something, and was willing to use Timont to reach that goal. He then chuckled, his eyes slowly returning to their normal size. Everyone used everyone else here, the biggest thing was not holding a grudge. "I have no idea where Gramps will be. No one does. Sometimes I think Gramps doesn't know himself half the time. But you are welcome to tag along." As the last word left his mouth, he plucked the phone out of its cradle, calling downstairs for two coffees and some food.

"So Aiden, I guess we started catching up last night, but in our sorry states, I'm not sure how much we remember. So if you'd like, I could go through the vast and vastly interesting history of my family, or we can skip the bs and go to what you really want to hear. News on the West, and more specifically those who are also chasing the crown." Timont then sported a wicked grin. "Or we could do something much more intimate." The word intimate rolled off his tongue in a weird suggestive way that his eyebrows countered by waggling in a over the top almost teasingly suggestive manner. "Your choice"

"My dear Aiden," Timont said with a small chuckle, "It is quite easy to turn down news about the crown. All one must say is no thank you" Timonts eyes sparkled with mirth. "Of course that never crossed your mind. As for what you know or don't, you will have to enlighten me. However I can say with most certainty that no one else is as far, nor as intent as you are on the crown. Since the crown is obviously magical in nature, that bringing someone with magical knowledge in your quest would be useful. As for you, the recent events in Aes and Lucidus Magus aid you greatly. With everyone else looking in the opposite direction, no one is going to notice a small group going west. Indeed most would believe that you are trying to evade the war, and very few will bother you." Timont waved a dismissive hand, as there was a knock on the door. Quickly he opened it, bringing in the meal. Sliding a coffee to Aiden, he continued speaking.

"But you almost certainly know that. No, what you are almost more interested in is a guide for the west. And rumor has it that one is currently stuck in Armatus. A feisty soul, but she would be a good start. She has no desires rather then to return home, and would almost certainly help the one that fulfills her desire." Timont took a sip of his coffee, before speaking once more. "But the six under? That I would assume referred to the companions of the crown wielder, but I am not certain." Timont paused for dramatic effect, "And that is all I know."

"Well besides where she is located, I have little more information than a vague description of what she looks like. But we currently have a team placed following her tracks." Timont drank some more coffee, unphased by Aidens lack of drinking. "As for her name; we have no idea. Currently she's occupied a hotel under the name Sarah, no last name. We actually heard about her through some family thugs," Timont said the word with a bit of a bitter twinge to his tone, but his face remained impassive. "Of course the name could be a moniker for all we know. We were able to backtrack her movements, so we confirmed that she came from the west. But no ones ever seen her use magic. That may be due to her pack of magic, or her trying to conceal her true nature. My thugs are screaming she's a Mage, due to how easily they were trounced. But that is completely meaningless." Timont took a bite of his food, quickly swallowing before returning to talking.

"What we do know is she's trying to escape Armatus, but the war is preventing most people from leaving. We also know she's from the West. No doubtedly she has lived out there most of her life. Her accent is strong, and her education poor. But she has been selling a medicine that has unique qualities. A contact of my family reversed engineered the main ingredients to only find out that if combined with flower found most commonly out West, you get a strong laxative. Also, one of the ingredients found in the medication is a leaf ground into a fine powder using some sort of mortar." Timont paused, before finishing off his meal in two large bites. Swallowing, he continued.

"The science is unimportant. Basically she's been using ingredients found in the West, but each batch has been, let us say, less pure than the previous batch. Obviously she's running out of supplies, and doing so quickly. The fact she knows this is proof of he residency in the West." Timont frowned. He wondered if the cost of this information was too high. At first it had been a simple question of who she was, and if the family should punish her. But then it blown into a complex dramatic investigation, though the question hasn't changed. Who was this woman. Timont, tired of running what he felt was an unnecessary waste of resources, had outsourced it to the one man he trusted for this work: the infamous Scientia. A man to be reckoned with indeed. Too bad half of what Scientia told him he couldn't tell Aiden. His face, of course didnt betray his inner thoughts. "So that's what I know."

"In so far; she's not really known to anyone but my family. Look, the only reason we even looked into her was because she got into a fight with some of our guys. I mean, she's making a little name for herself as a medicine woman, but past that we didn't notice anyone trying to get her." Timont sipped his coffee. "As for the other guide of yours. That talent is..... most unusual. Are you sure it wasn't a bend of the light trick or something?" Timont shrugged. "As for the rest of your friends, well I guess we could do some research into finding out if they are okay. It's not like either of us is overwhelmed with work, especially if you could just change your plans and come to Aes with me." Once again he shrugged after another sip. This might be a most interesting companionship.