[centre][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/e24fc32c-bae6-458d-b289-6b2b87a9211c.png[/img] [h1][color=red][u]Nei[/u][/color][/h1][/centre]

[b]HP: [/b] 7/7
[b]Prepped Spells: [/b] Identify; Find Familiar; Disguise Self; Charm Person
[b]Conditions:[/b] N/A
[b]Lvl1 Spell Slots:[/b] 2/2
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I shook my head at the bartender's inquiry. Indeed, I had had the utmost care in ensuring no harm would come to my client's image. After all, it would be rather awkward to return to them and have to explain they might have to get a new scar. I sighed, relieved at the sight of the big burning corpse, without entertaining the possibility that my feline acquaintance would emergence from the shadows behind me with a compliment.

[color=lightgreen]"Iii!"[/color] I squealed, covering my mouth. The chill that just ran through my spine was greater than the one lingering in my hand after the spell, but now my throat was a little stuck as I tried to hold my lips still and not let them twist into a smile. [color=lightgreen]"Ah, I uh..." [/color]

I closed my eyes, crossed my arms, and breathed out, regaining my composure. Think, how should you act, how should you behave.

[color=lightgreen]"Well, of course! It makes me happy that you are able to recognize the talent in front of you. If I may say so, your own work with that bow is far from bad. Perhaps you are uh.. hunter of some kind? Or soldier?"[/color] Regardless of his response, Mist did appear to have more of an interest in moving along to the next person than holding a very prolonged conversation right now, with the way he was calling out to different people. Perhaps this could work in my favor though. As sneakily as I could muster, I began to put one foot in front of the other, virtually tiptoeing in hopes of not making noise in my escape.

This is, until I was interrupted by another nuisance, this time in form of clapping and shouting. Seriously, why couldn't I get this kind of praise all the time? I couldn't help myself from glancing over to the man, with those looks I could just barely recognize him as that one travel book writer. That face, the way he was dressed, the paper on the ground near him... More importantly, it seemed he had some kind of deal for us. What sort of deal? I was a bit hesitant to accept it like this. Plus, we'd be pretty close if were going to a room to have a mee-t-ting...

Wait.

NO!

No no no no no no no no!

My head began shaking frantically, turning from side to side as I tried to spot any sign of anyone fitting the incredibly vague notions of whom I was supposed to meet. 'Some kind of mummy woman' the client said, though she was probably speaking metaphorically, or so I supposed. I cursed myself for not having gotten anything more concrete out her, I should have tried harder! Could she... I hoped she wasn't gone. How could I possibly explain something like this?!

I took a deep breath. I let it out. Another deep breath. And... let it out. For now I needed to stay calm. Maybe if I brought up her name directly, someone could help me track her down, this person I was supposed to meet with.

[color=lightgreen]"My apologies, but I was instr- I was meant to meet here someone by the name of Obaya Uday. Naturally, I can't be certain that our, uh, arrangement still "stands firm", as one might call it, since she may have fled with the rest of the crowd during the confusion... But nonetheless, I do have that prior arrangement. I can listen to your proposition once that matter is dealt with and settled."[/color]

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