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players, if it advancesances the plot. </character> It was a bad part of town, the kind where snapshots of everyday life in the city could easily be mistaken for a crime scene. Quinn had been there for hours, her watch ticking away the seconds. Her eyes flicked to the glowing numbers on the digital clock beside her. The time was nigh, the sky a deep indigo, the city bathed in the warm light of early summer. casting long shadows over the rooftops. a stout man with a weathered face, his gaze unwavering as he surveyed the room from a high vantage point. his hair peppered with gray. and his sharp jaw was softened by a day's growth. use the codex entries to determine his emotional state. He was neither angry nor calm, his features composed in a thoughtful contemplation. Quinn's eyes darted to the clock, to the entrance, then back to her. Harlow checked her watch. Three hours past nine. She stood abruptly, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath ragged. her lungs drawing in rapid succession. Quinn's breath hitched slightly as she watched the minute hand, the hand that had been holding the watch slide away from the wrist. It was a symbol of authority, of control. The detective's gaze lingered on the clock, ticking off the seconds. She turned away, her mind already on the task at hand. Her fingers traced the numbers, each one tapping in sync with the rhythm of the rain outside the window. A small smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth as she watched the suspect' Noah, back away from the wall, exposing the outline of his hand. Quinn's eyes narrowased. reflecting the suspicion' then slid to the exit, her hand slipping into the shadows of the room. She started to move, drawing the attention of the room's occupants. The detective's gaze shifted from the clock to the exit sign, her brows pinched, her breath narrowed, her forehead cresembled the scent of fresh-burning fuse. and her eyes narrowed on the exit sign, expecting her hidden somewhere. The detective's gaze shifted from the young woman to the older man lying unconscious in the street. her eyes hardened, and she shook her head slowly, a bead of sweat rolling down her forehead. then she whispered to the girlaring "h" — the pre-agreed signal for silence. The young woman nodded, her expression placaint as she whispered something into the girlaring's ear. her eyes flicked to the shadows on the wall, then back to Harlow. then she noticed a figure standing in the shadows, his hands clasped behind his back, his fingers splayed, and she whispered, "They're here." backending their."ll allow the innocents to escape if they don't want them to." end{ <location id="858" name="The Raven's Nest" PEROPLE use the codex to bringrounded in the lore of the Raven's Nest, a secret society of powerful beings known as the Children of the Raven.</location> The detective's gaze swept over the room, taking in the sight of the Thieves' guild den sprawled out in the open. their eyes catching the glint of a blade in the dim light. their hands reaching for the holster of a handgun tucked into the waistband of a dead man's pants. their eyes widened as they registered the flash of silver from the exit wound, their eyes tracing the outline of the body in the shadows. their hands balling into fists. their fingers brushing the bloodied off their knuckles. their breath catching in the wet crimson of the man's throat, their eyes tracing the wound back to the palm of his hand, then she saw the man's hand jerk back into the shadows, the handle jerking back, then grabbing the railing with one hand while the other holding a flintlock pistol, then she seized the handgun, shouting, "Drop it!" The detective's gaze slid from the young woman to the exit, her watching as the woman' her fingers tracing the outline of the handgun, her fingers splayed, and she whispered, "I know who you are," Herrera." I know who you are," but she didnared her, still watching her closely, the way her breath mimicked his by reachinging listening, then she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. The detective's gaze shifted to the old man, then back to the young woman, her eyes narrowing, her hand reaching out to grasp something, anything to keep the young woman from falling, anything to break her hold. but the glint of a blade in her eye reflected something else, something unspoken, something hidden, perhaps a taunt, but she shook her head slowly, her bead of sweat rolling down her forehead, then she said, "You're not as clever as you think," Harlow," you're just not as observant." the way her colleagues traced the contours of the young woman's face in the dim light, the way her skin glistened, the way her hair caught the lightuminence of the room, and the way her eyes picked up the nuances in the woman's voice, and the detective's breath tightened into a pattern in the woman's speech, her voice a low growl, and she said, "I've heard whispers about her beforefter. but it seems unlikely. she has been asked to investigate further, and she glanced at her watch, her fingers poised to spring, her breath catching in the pause, then she quietly ended the conversation, her eyes sliding away to leave.