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[h3][color=0054a6][i]Xen[/i][/color][/h3]
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[b]Location:[/b] [i]The Empty Bottle[/i]
[b]Notes:[/b] 
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[url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/ce/3d/91/ce3d91f17269149e2339d56fe14f70a1--sea-art-pirate-ships.jpg]Ornate weaponry. Slightly pale face. Red eyes.[/url]
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To Xen’s surprise, he saw a young woman holding a conversation with Agren about Blood Thistle, of all things. A young woman all alone in this city was rare, but one seeking [i]that[/i] poison was exceptional. She was just turning to leave as he silently crossed the room in spite of his previously loud equipment. He made it a point to loudly step in front of her, drawing her attention to his intimidating scowl. 
[color=40ceb6]“Excuse me, sir,”[/color] she said in a predictably polite tone, [color=40ceb6]“you’re blocking my path.”[/color] He met her eyes with his shockingly red ones. 

[color=0072bc]“Blood Thistle? I can help with that.”[/color]

An eerie silence fell on the room for a moment too long. Xen broke it, adapting a polite tone to match Ivory’s. 

[color=0072bc]“Forgive me. I forgot my manners. I’m Xen, the owner of this establishment. And who do I have the pleasure of making the acquaintance?”[/color] He reached out his hand, which was now returning to a natural color as the Naga blood circulated through his system.