A few paces away from the unfolding excitement, a hushed conversation between two people in Hallowmas masks was taking place.
"…the trick is to never make the source of your information obvious. Look, there’s a perfect example." The taller figure pointed at the arguing players.
His companion tilted their head slightly. "Mornington…? How does that silliness figure in?"
"Pay attention to the moves, and you’ll figure out quickly who among the players has a collection of pre-Fall street signs and maps." He smiled. "If that collection gets raided by gentlemen in blue after an anonymous tip-off… well, nine times out of ten, they’ll blame some friend or ally who must have been indiscreet. And since collectors of contraband tend to rotate in less than sunny circles, the resulting fallout will expose connections that you would never find about otherwise."
"I see," replied the other figure in noncommital tone.
"Prove it. Based on what you’ve seen so far, which of them is more likely to have old London signs hanging over the mantlepiece?"
The figure pointed a gloved figure: "Her. Definitely."
"And you know that because…"
A smile. "Because I’ve seen it and I happen to be in an indiscreet mood."
The man nodded respectfully. "Lesson learned, indeed. Now, before we move on, let’s spread some fallout…"
He walked over to the table, one hand in the pocket of his coat:
"[color=#ff0000]Forest of Traitors[/color]." He withdrew the hand and placed a dozen devilbone dice on the table. "You’re going to need these. Welcome to the Republic."
edited by Passionario on 11/7/2016