The instructions of the Silver Ladder for Azure and Ixidor had been simple enough - figure out what in the Fallen World was up with this recent news of mayhem at Consilium.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
So there they are, sitting in a snazzy little restaurant with a large table set aside for the movers and shakers to meet discreetly in the back of the restaurant. It was a low lit, classy sort of place with local fare and a trendy, rotating menu. The lounge music filled the warm establishment with an atmosphere Azure sincerely hoped would be productive, and she she give Ixidor a hopeful smile as she waited for their guests to arrive. Eight chairs are set aside for such an occasion.