Bodies, Circles, Threatening Letters...oh My!

[*Taurus Daggerknight]

Still recovering from last nights extraordinarily violent encounters in Undersigil, Dace put in a request for leave the next day, and spent the while working on the rigging of the Siren's Song . The day was quite mercifully uneventful- just the usual hustle and bustle coming from the streets of-

Who the....?

Dace finally noticed the robed figure down bellow, frantically waving seemingly at him. Something told him the day was about to get more eventful, much to his chagrin.

Grudgingly, he rappelled down to the mast, onto the deck and hurried over to the side. The figure identified herself as Alessandra, and started asking why he hadn't dispelled a spell circle he clearly wasn't using anymore.

Spell circle....?

A moment later, a mix between dread and irritation started to well up. Them again...

Heading downstairs, he found the arcane circle Alessandra mentioned. Kneeling down, he looked over its various runes, trying to decipher its purpose.

((whoever has been putting the circles and traps and what not around, at least step forward here so we can follow up on our side of the reactions and investigations? :P and if you need a lore or spellcraft roll, let me know)) .

Assuming he doesn't perceive a threat to doing so after his examinations, he channels a Devour Magic invocation at the circle, draining it of all its power.

[*LadyLightning]

Brynn lies on the sofa, in a librarium sort of room below
the decks of the Siren's Song. Dace had given her leave
to stay, after the events of the previous day. She pulls
herself to her feet at the sound of shouting abovedecks,
and arrives just in time to see Dace devouring the magick
circle from the ground below.

"...Oi fough' i' woz impoloi'e to play wif your food, Dace."
chides Brynn from above, with a pointy little smirk.

She looks down over the railing of the ship, hops lightly
over it, and flutters to the ground below on the wings of
a bat, her mortal guise returning as her little bat-claws
become feet on the ground once more.

"..'Ere's ovvah circles loike tha' 'round the Ci'y. Oi saw
one a' Rhissel's, roigh' ou'soide the door. Oi stepped
'round i', but Oi didn't wan' to risk touchin' i', in case i'
woz par' ov the investigation. Can Oi go eat the ovvah
one?"

[*MirielKanan]

*Emmy arrives to the ship looking to get Sasha's help with her project. She looks to Dace then shakes her head with a smirk.*

"Problems?" she asks.