But can a spy in FH track your character's support usage for a WH event?

*Xandar follows Atrum to the corner room*

*Xandar looks past Voralen at Atrum* "Forgive my manners. Surely there are channels that must be maintained. I left in a unique and hurried manner because I was in a unique hurry. Surely people of even as rugged and war-torn place as this keep proper social agendas. I had a meeting with a dear ...

*Xandar approaches Atrum*

"May I speak with you in private, Goodsir?"

I seek something intricate to be made. Something with many small and moving parts. Something with gears and levers. Know you anyone with these expertise?

*Xandar smiles a slightly crooked grin*

Lambic, I am in need of assistance. Who is the local maker of Crafts?

*Xandar produces his bag of tea leaves and spreads it on the bar, methodically picking out swag pieces*

*Xandar looks at Ug.*

Ug, indeed. I am told you are the person responsible for cordination of the Guild of Thunder. Pleased to make your acquaintance.

*Extends gloved hand*

*Xandar returns to the Inn several hours later, apparently exhausted*

Lambic, I am ready to brew that tea now.

Sir, I bid you pass. I have an urgent appointment for which I shant be late. Now good day.

*With completion of his words, Xandar rushes out of the Inn, disheveled*

*Xandar leaps from the table whilst talking to Midnight. In great haste, he stumbles over several tables making his way from the door*

Xandar addresses the Vaun and Midnight: "Ladies, your gestures are kind and well met." Xandar returns his facing to Lambic. "Goodsir Lambic, I will take some boiling water by which I may brew my tea." Xandar takes leave of the bar and approaches Midnight. "Lady, may I sit an...

"Well met, Lambic." Xandar waves his hand across the mugs. "I do not drink intoxicating beverages. I feel it dulls the senses and pollutes the mind with poison. I thank you for the information regarding the Guild of Thunder. I will make haste to their guildhall. Goodsir Lambic, would ...

"Xandar. Charmed."

*Xandar, a short, unassuming bookish young man dressed in black and silver robes, approaches the barkeep*

"Excuse me kind sir, where may one find a council of the Arcane arts? I am a practicioner and seek to present myself." Xandar sits awaiting an answer.

*A pale man cloaked in black and silver sits awkwardly in a darkened corner. This man is not recognizable, yet seems strangely familiar. His entire attention is focused on a tome he is studying as he shifts uneasily in his seat. He looks up with a start and takes notice of Ian as he speaks* "In...