Ruri stiffened and the scowl was back in a flash at the word 'oldie' being tossed so impolitely at her feet. The wrinkles on her face only served to heighten the threatening stare but Mie would know it was all just an act. Big tlker as she was, at her center there wasn't an ounce of hostility for such a light barb.
The real fire burning in the old crones sagging bones was only shown when her loyal staff were misteated. Struck. Screamed at. Without even considering the motion, Ruri touched her cheek and deepened the scowl even further at the memory of the hostess from the previous day. Mie had seen the young woman with the badly bruised cheek being escorted by Mirt scant few hours ago.

"You're looking for the ones who did this to her." Ruris voice shook, their hand curling into a tight ball at her hip. "You're looking to find ways to hurt them. Ways to bleed the pigs not fit for cooking, weapons that should not exist, and tunnels that stretch to the horizon," with a huff the old crone unlchenched her balled hand and waved at the air as if dispelling a bad stink. "This place used to be important to us. It was where the free would gatherto mingle and make their names heard. There was blood, always will be, but the ones who did the bleeding did so willingly. Despite the nature of it all this usd to be such a safe venture until those fat greedy swines in the vip box bought the loyalty of every guard we trained. The cooks are loyal to us, first and foremost, but everyone outside my staff will need to be coerced."

Ruri rested her chin in her palm and thought hard for long moments, trying to decide what the best course of action in this situation would be. Their lives could be in danger for attempting what they were doing but no doubt both knew that part well enough. They were already here, weren't they?

"You want a place to start? The big oafs outside my doorway need to be more focused on what you're 'hiding'," Extenuating the word by pointing at her wrinkly chest, "instead of what you're doing. Brutes think with two things: their pants, and wherever their commanding officer thinks with. No doubt you're familiar with skyflower?"

The name in question was an interesting herb that could put whoever imbibed enough of the stuff into a long comfortable sleep. Too much could kill. Too little woild do nothing. The perfect amount would make someone drowsy and forgetful.

"We keep a handful of it in our storerooms. Next chance you get, I'll have one of you fetch me a fistful for the owners afternoon tea. Slip it in the refreshment for the lummoxes on your way up and find every excuse you bloody well can to slip back and forth between that gate until the idiots open the door the moment they see your fleshbags at 50 yards. Dogs have to be trained before they can be of use." 

The details of the plan require certain elements to be in motion. Mie and Elque needed access to the vip area, and only the most popular hostesses were called up to entertain the big spenders with their presence. That meant if they wanted to be noticed they needed to do something that put them in the spotlight. No matter what that meant.
For now they would need to work the crowd for a while until it was time for tea. Perhaps it was time to cause a scene and get Mirts part of the plan in motion. No dount the old glutton was getting his fill of eye candy even now.

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Mirt was indeed where you would expect him. With Anyon pacing irritably in the background, the old man had a mug of ale in hand and was practically yelling with joy at the men gathered around him with boasts of his protegees unique talents and undefeated record. Many of those gathered merely laughed at the senile old man and, as expected, made their opinion on a female fighter very well known.
None of said opinions were very polite where Anyons.. prowess.. was concerned. 

They just needed a spark to light the powderkeg of interest that would get the girl into the pit.