[centre][h2][color=red][u]Nei[/u][/color][/h2][/centre]

Truthfully speaking, right as soon as a chair nearly slammed into my newest face I should have known to book it out of there. After all, what sort of job was this, meeting someone I knew nothing about, for a meeting I knew nothing about, with an employer I barely knew anything about? Well, Pa- Drain probably knew better who truly was a prodigal mage or not, but one thing was for certain, she certainly paid like one (even if the advance payment was pretty small). Nonetheless, even if every bone of my body wanted to get out of here before someone broke me in two, I had taken the job, and I was going to do it proper. After all, the very reason why I was hired in the first place, was so the client didn't have to come in person.

Of course, as an exploding glass shard flew near me as I attempted to take a seat, coming dangerously close to knocking over a candle, I thought, just for a moment, that maybe going to the middle of the tavern (the second floor) would still be a pretty good place to catch the sight of the person I was supposed to meet? My outfit was distinct enough, fingerless longgloves, partially unbuttoned leather vest, long dark pants and not one but two belts, one holding sacks and the other being over my belly with no particular purpose except checking for weight gain. These were clothes given to me by the client, as was the green pendant hanging from my neck, surely the most conspicuous item, the one that would indicate to the person I was meeting who I was supposed to be (even if I really wasn't). 

[color=lightgreen]"No."[/color] I shook my head. I was told to meet them on the first floor, this Obaya Uday. Yet, the sound of falling utensils and breaking wood and glass continued behind me, of cheers and whispers of bets, and grumbles of a fight. I ran towards an empty table near a wall, untying the lace of my smaller backpack. Moments before reaching the table, my hand found that soft, tender, familiar texture that it shuffled for, and I gripped it with my eyes closed. [color=lightgreen]"Please. Prestidigitation."[/color]

I pointed a finger at the candle on top of the empty table. The flame within waved one final time before being snuffed out by an invisible force. I smiled to myself, and quick placed myself under the table, putting what furniture I could (possibly the table itself) in front of me as a shield against any further projectiles.

[color=lightgreen]"Thank you."[/color] I whispered into the bag.