Fox returned from the heist before dawn, slipping in a seldom used backdoor that only she and Mordecai had the key to. A hidden stairway brings her right up to her safe room and she pulls off the cloak and mask upon entering. She arranges her gear on the table, removing the leather vest, elven cloak, and pouches of tools before turning to her bag of holding. Reaching in, she pulls out the satchel from Black 13, the object of the heist that she’d stolen a peek at before rejoining the others. Her further examination in the guestroom of the extra-dimensional mansion, which she is doing her best not to question, only confirmed her fears.
Leaving her gear on the table, she opens the door that is backed by the bookcase in her study and steps into the unhidden portion of her sanctum. Setting the satchel down on her desk she pours a glass of brandy and paces the room slowly.
Her forehead creases as she frowns and looks at the satchel between sips of liquor until she finally goes to sit at her desk and takes the item out of the bag. She places the adamantine, rune-inscribed box on her desk, sets the satchel aside, and leans back with her drink. She stares at the box. The same box that was pulled out of the brain-machine in October, the same stolen by the Sun Blades, the same one they recovered and gave to Celedor.
Maelie sips her drink and just looks at the box. “You stupid thing. I don’t know if I should be upset that you’re back in play or proud that I managed to steal you.”
After a few more minutes of staring, she gets up and retrieves a certain sending stone to arrange a meeting with a certain archmage.