For Skantra, Undressing was a process. First the thick, heavy layer of chain mail wizard robes, her perfect disguise. Her dagger sheaths, each had two small silver buckles, having to be undone individual. Her black leather corset had its own line of shining buckles, before she could unwrap it from around her waist. Her black shin high boots followed the rest of leather onto the pile. She peeled of the skin tight spandex cat suit next. Finally her Bra and panties where the last layer to be removed.
Skantra stretched, and scratched her sharp claws through the dark grey fur on her sides. She looked at the rather large pile of cloths that now took up the majority of her small living room, and decided they could be dealt with in the morning. Skirting the laundry she sat down on the floor in front of her wood stove, and worked at building up the fire. When the fire was roaring and warm, Skantra filled a kettle with the last milk she had, and set it to on to boil. As the flames licked the kettle and milk warmed, Skantra waved the stolen envelope over the steam rising from the spout.
She was wondering to her self all the possibilities this envelope could hold. With a flat tool she had grabbed out of her thieves tools, she carefully lifted the wax seal from the parchment envelope, and set it aside. As the envelope unfolded in her paws, Skantra began to read, her eyes darted over the paper, and she fell backwards, into her pile of clothes, on of her palms slapping her own forehead.
Skantra slid the papers back into place, and using the outside of the boiling kettle to heat only the underside of the wax seal, as to not destroy the imprinted picture, She stuck to seal back, perfectly in place. Skantra stood, and yawned, completely exhausted. She had no idea how she was even still awake. She poured the hot milk into a mug, and took it to bed.
Skantra slept like a baby that night, and well into the day after. for 18 Hours she slept, long even for a Shir'vhan. When she finally awake, the sun was nearly set, and her mug of milk sat cold on her night stand. She had fallen asleep before taking even a sip.
She went about her morning routine, yawning far more then a person who just lest 18 shoud, and some how takook even longer to don her outfit, then it took to undress the night before. She yawned again as she locked up her wagon, and made her way to The Theives Tavern.
As soon as she walked in she spotted the mysterious woman in the horrid pink feathers. Vivilli scampered up to her, and before she could speak Skantra spat at her "Eggs, Sausage, Pork, Toast, and Milk." Her stomach had been rumbling the entire walk through the underground, she was starving. The small brown kejeek simply nodded and left to fulfill her bosses order.
Skantra made her way to the bar, she nodded at the bartender, who always made her feel rather uncomfortable. She climbed onto a stool next to Jade, and dropped the envelope down in front of the woman. "A test?" She said almost sarcastically, with a raised eyebrow and quirked smile.
