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Gloaming Starlight	For the most part, the room that Obsidian Lily is renting at an inn in Great Forks looks just like she left it when she departed. As much like it usually does as always, anyway. Sometimes the staff comes to change bed linens and the like, so it's normal for their to be some disturbance. Inside the room, though, there's someone who wasn't invited. Gloaming Starlight, dressed in clothing much like she was wearing when they met on the road about a week earlier, is sitting in a chair patiently waiting for the arrival of the person to whom she's supposed to make a delivery. Her colorful riding clothes are clean this time, not covered in the dust from the road, and she has clearly had time to tend to her own appearance as well, meaning that she looks the part of the high-priced courier.
Obsidian Lily	Lily pretty much expects people to try to assassinate her as a matter of course, and in her case it's really not just projection or paranoia. There really are people who are out to kill her. That's why, even though she always checks for signs that someone might have been trying to break in, or that they did, she always enters her own rooms under the assumption that someone will be waiting inside that means her harm. She doesn't go in sword drawn, but she goes in tensed and ready for a fight. Then, of course, comes the time that she's right, and someone is waiting in her room. They might not be trying to kill her, but they're there. She slips inside and cloes the door behind her and looks around, which almost immediately causes her eyes to fall on Gloaming Starlight, sitting in a chair waiting for her. Her hand is on the hilt of her sword before she has even had a chance to register who it is, but the blade never actually moves in its scabbard. She only tenses, ready for the need to use it, and narrows her eyes at the familiar stranger. "What are you doing here?" she asks in a voice as cold as the steel she's only barely restraining herself from using. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
Gloaming Starlight	Starlight looks non too concerned about the reaction that she gets from Lily when the woman arrives, but she does look surprised. "Well now," she says, and her eyes blink in bemusement for a few moments before she continues. "I didn't realize that you were the person I was supposed to be delivering a message to. That makes things a lot more interesting, though I'm not sure I'll have the chance to satisfy my curiosity." She holds her hands up. "Don't kill me, I'm just the messenger," she quips. She keeps her hands raised as she slowly rises to her feet, and then she reaches toward a sealed piece of paper on the table next to where she had been sitting. It's pretty clear she's making sure that her movements aren't threatening, and that she's not intending any harm. She picks up the letter, sealed with wax, and holds it out toward Lily. "I was given a good deal of money to delivery this, and to make sure that I put it directly into your hands. I don't think that whoever hired me had any idea that we've met before."
Obsidian Lily	It isn't immediately that Obsidian Lily stops giving Starlight a suspicious look and actually moves to take the offered letter. She stands there for a while, staring, not saying anything, possibly deciding if she wants to take Gloaming Starlight on, and whether she knows a good place to hide the body if she does. Or, alternatively, she's trying to figure out just what the trap might be here. "What did they look like?" she asks finally, and as she does she releases her right hand's grip on the hilt of her sword and steps forward to take the letter, though her muscles remain tense and her left hand holds the sword at just the right angle for it be drawn and used if it ends up being needed. "Did you get a name, or anything like that?" She plucks the offered letter from Starlight's fingers, assuming that there's no attempt on the other woman's part to retain control of it.
Gloaming Starlight	"I can describe him in great detail," Gloaming Starlight answers with a casual shrug. "But I have the feeling that he knew as little as I do about what's really going on here. That he was someone hired to hire a courier, to keep an extra degree of separation there. "In any case, he was tall, light skinned, with short cut black hair and brown eyes. He had somewhat bushy brows, thin lips, not much of a chin, and the build of someone who mostly worked in a job that involved sitting around a lot. A bureaucrat or the like, rather than someone who did physical labor." When she shrugs again, she also tilts her head and studies Lily. "He said his name was Illustrous Scribe, but I'm pretty sure that he was making that up," she adds. "You're really concerned that someone is after you, aren't you? I hope I haven't gotten myself involved in anything too inconvenient."
Obsidian Lily	"I take it that you don't recognize my tattoos, then," Obsidian Lily replies, not making any looks or gestures toward them, but they're clearly visible and hard to miss none the less. She slips the seal open on the letter and flips it open to read, while clearly trying to also keep one eye on Gloaming Starlight. You never know when someone will use a ploy like this to distract you so that they can stab you in the back, after all. Or in the front, when you're not paying attention. "You're delivering letters for assassins," she says after she has a chance to read over the note. "Ones who are rather intent on putting me in a shallow grave. It's a rather surprising change of tactics that they sent you to deliver a letter when they figured out where I was staying, instead of sending people to try to kill me." She slides the letter into the folds of her gi and looks up at Gloaming Starlight, simply looking for a few seconds before she says, "maybe they're running out of people willing to die trying to take me down."
Gloaming Starlight	"I had a good idea, but I dont' like to make assumptions," Gloaming Starlight says with raised hands again. "Or to ask too many questions, most of the time. Who knows, it was possible that you wanted to leave their guild and that this was a message from someone who was trying to help. I don't know. I don't ask. I just deliver the message that I'm told to, and fortunately most of the time don't have anyone try to kill me afterward." She lowers her hands again and takes a step toward the door. "Now, unless you're planning to do just that. Kill me, that is. I should be on my way. I do actually hope that our paths cross again at some point, and that there's less business involved, but I don't like to mix business and pleasure, so I probably shouldn't stay and chat."
Obsidian Lily	Obsidian Lily actually laughs softly at that. "No," she says. "I'm not going to kill you for delivering a letter. I will just warn you that you may want to be mindful of who you're delivering letters for. And to. Some people might not be so accepting of the fact that someone might have been privy to some of their secrets." She shakes her head and shrugs a little. "I'm not one of them. That's one reason why I left the Bright Foxes."
Gloaming Starlight	"Then have a good night," Starlight says, offering a short bow and a quick smile. "I hope that the news wasn't too disappointing." With that she departs, making a hasty retreat in case Lily decides to change her mind and try to stop her.