Gate of Memoirs/Ominous Premonition

The fortress hides a secret more poignant than numbers that don't add up.
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Overcome" 	Music: "Overcome"
 	
*At the junction of the next hallway, a set of metal darts speed toward Baelfyr, clipping the edge of his coat.
 	
*Momentarily stunned, he whips around to meet his match in an equally stealthy opponent with curved blades poised to strike.
 	
*Hooded Assailant: Aaagh!
*The man falls, weapons clattering to the ground as vines of pure light snatch his legs out under him.
*His panicked expression quickly falls into unconsciousness when a slender, metallic fingertip brushes against his lips.
 	
*Cheerful Changeling: Sleep tight.
 	
*Baelfyr: Sidonie.
Music: "Palmyna Legend"	Music: "Palmyna Legend"
 	
*The changeling straightens, her ruby sclera glowing faintly in the darkened hall as her azure pupils tracks Baelfyr's form.
*Sidonie: Bael. That was close.
*Sidonie: It's not like you to be so careless.
 	
*Baelfyr: ...Nerves... I guess.
 	
*Sidonie: Nerves? The big bad wolf gets nerves?
*Sidonie: Hah! Tonight is going to be an interesting night...
 	
*Baelfyr scowls at the taunt, but follows her around the corner.
*For all her irreverence, the changeling was remarkably thorough.
*Slumped against the walls were the unconscious forms of several guards.
 	
*Sidonie: ...Oh.
*Sidonie: And don't think about slitting their throats.
 	
*Sidonie: I don't care for these people. I just don't want to have to clean up the mess later.
 	
*Baelfyr puts up both his hands and smiles wryly.
*Baelfyr: That's what you think I would do? You wound me.
 	
*Sidonie's tinkling laughter echoes down the hall, and Baelfyr can't help but smile at her retreating back.
 	
*Theirs was a meeting of circumstance, at first.
*Drawn together like moths to a flame, their short-lived meeting soon blossomed into something more.
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Dark Pursuit"	Music: "Dark Pursuit"
 	
*—A few years ago.
*Sidonie thumbs through the small lockbox she was paid to recover, 
*and looks up at the bound and gagged man dangling from her illusory vines.
 	
*Sidonie: Hmm... How good are you at keeping your food down?
*Sidonie: Probably not. You could open a small tavern with the amount of drink you wash down.
 	
*Sidonie: I hope you have a new set of clothes.
 	
*Bound Man: Mmrph?! MMMGH—
 	
*Out of nowhere, a hooded rogue leaps off a nearby roof, knife aiming straight for the man.
 	
*Wolfish Rogue: Wha—?!
 	
*Sidonie startles, and drops the man on his head after having suspended him upside down.
 	
*Sidonie: Oh no.
 	
*She quickly puts a finger to his pulse, but the spreading pool of blood is evidence enough of the fatal fall.
 	
*Sidonie: Nice job, hero.
*Sidonie: Now we're *both* implicated.
 	
*Wolfish Rogue: Wait, that was *my* target. Who are you, anyway?
 	
**shuffle*
 	
*Sidonie: (Quiet!)
 	
*Gruff Voice: Who's there?!
 	
*Sidonie: Tch...
*Sidonie: I guess there's no choice... You. Take my hand.
 	
*Wolfish Rogue: What, do you take me for a fool?
 	
*Sidonie: Just shut up and take it if you want to live!
 	
*The rogue grabs her hand, and a strange feeling washes over his very being as his form grows faint.
 	
*Sidonie: Now keep quiet. As quiet as this poor idiot on the floor... And follow me.
*Sidonie: This enchantment won't last long for both of us, so don't dawdle.
 	
*Just as they edge out of the alley, a guard rushes in with his weapon drawn.
*Gruff Voice: ...He's dead! And not a damned scoundrel in sight...
 	
*Wolfish Rogue: (He can't see us!... What manner of trickery is this?)
 	
*Sidonie: (Stop gawping and move!)
 	
*—Moments later, in another alley.
 	
*Wolfish Rogue: I didn't know witches dabbled in knifeplay.
 	
*Sidonie draws her hood down, and her ruby sclera betrays the true nature of her being.
*Sidonie: ...I'm a changeling, you incompetent oaf. 
*Sidonie: Gods, not only are you clumsy, you're also an idiot!
*Sidonie: And now I have to clean up this mess... At least I got the lockbox.
 	
*Wolfish Rogue: I needed him alive. He had connections to the local lord!
 	
*Sidonie: And whose fault is that?!
 	
*The two seethe in silence, before the wolfish rogue sighs.
 	
*Wolfish Rogue: Look, I think I can guess we might have something in common. There's only one reason you needed the lockbox.
*Wolfish Rogue: It's got the stolen keys to the lowest cells where they keep their political rivals.
 	
*Sidonie: Hoooh. So you're not completely useless.
*Sidonie: Well, not that it matters to me. I'm just paid to do a good job.
 	
*Sidonie: We can speak if you have the coin, next time.
*Sidonie: I like fun, but make it worth my while...at least.
 	
*Wolfish Rogue: Wait! Can I at least get a name?
 	
*Sidonie: ... ...
 	
*Sidonie: Nope!
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*"...And just like that, she disappeared into the night."
*"But we both knew it wouldn't be the last we'd see of each other."
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*—Commander's office.
Music: "Overcome"	Music: "Overcome"
 	
*Baelfyr rummages through the unorganized pile of papers on the desk, his frown growing with every loose sheet.
*Baelfyr: Something doesn't add up...
 	
*Sidonie: Numbers usually don't.
 	
*Baelfyr: Well, not that. Not this time, at least.
*Baelfyr hands over a dispatch note.
*Baelfyr: No wonder the armory was lighter than I remembered.
 	
*Sidonie: ...The Northern outskirts? Why are they sending people there?
*Sidonie: Wait, there's more.
 	
*Sidonie: ...This person has terrible handwriting. And sketching skills.
 	
*Baelfyr: It seems to be some sort of...insect-like creature.
 	
*Baelfyr: "Kept under lock and key in the lowest levels"...
*Baelfyr: ...How convenient. Just what are they hiding?
 	
*A hair-raising growl echoes somewhere deeper within the fortress.
 	
*Sidonie: ...Whatever it is, I think it just broke out.