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Case Files, Lucy's Diary
It all began with a wide-eyed girl and a porcelain tea pot. It was rare that I would be invited to the main office, but on this occasion, Sir Oscar sent for me to witness the case request. It was a cold night in Lavender Beds, the winds outside howled through the woods with an eerie pitch, rattling the rain-soaked windows of Ambers manor. There was a storm coming, and it filled me with a chilling sense of foreboding.
“Take a seat Lucy†was all the greeting my uncle offered as I entered his office. The client was a Miqo’te female, long cyan blue hair to match sea green eyes. She sat with ears drooped, long slender fingers wrapped around a hot cup of Doman tea served in porcelain gaiwan, a tear-soaked handkerchief folded under her palm. I realised I knew this woman. Elincia Rose, eighteen-year old, teenage daughter of the infamous mobster, Don Carmine. She claimed her father was missing, for several days by now. This was not surprising. The mafia dealt in shady business and illegal peddling, yet somehow evade suspicion from local authorities. If one could call the Brass Blades of Thanalan anything of a proper law-enforcement body.
To my dismay, my uncle accepted the case. I fail to understand why. We needn’t the fee, nor the ill repute of associating with criminals to aid in finding another criminal likely kidnapped by more criminals. Lady Rose, if one could call her a lady, finished her tea and made leave. I was tasked to travel with her to her home in the Thanalan housing district, the Goblet. Bland expanse of sand and canyon rocks. I felt stained by the dusty wind trapping dirt in my hair, and the thick musky filth of the nearby sin city of Ul’dah clogged at my nostrils.
The bird-drawn carriage ride was awkward. Though she were around my age, I refused to speak to, or engage eye-contact with the client, yet, the experience only grew more uncomfortable as I entered La Cosa Nostra, the mafia home. It appears this was a family largely of male AuRa. The horned draconian monsters from the Far East. Evil-eyed refugees who I had thought and hoped, were held concentrated in the desert somewhere along with the drug-addled Ala Mhigans plaguing Ul’dah.
My loathing for this case was growing by the hour. My job was to inspect the Mafioso’s home for clues of his whereabouts, and question the staff. As expected, I was denied access to most rooms. Too many skeletons and lot of cupboards. It didn’t take long before I called it a day. I hated being there and even the servants hardly co-operated. As always, no one tends to take a scrawny eighteen-year old kid too seriously in matters of criminal investigations. I would need aid, and Sir Oscar had permitted the recruitment of Grand Company allied adventurers.
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