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[h3][i][b][color=f7941d]Market District
City of Guillan, 6:30PM
Y'Vanna[/color][/b][/i][/h3]

Y'Vanna was still quite enthused about her new prospect, but less than enthused about the current state of her coin purse. One gold piece and a few bits wasn't a lot to work with, and with what she was planning would require more than a few extra rounds before the dust settled. She began to scan the crowd, which was rich this night and ripe for the pickin's. Everyone had saved up a bit of coin for the festival, for the grog and mead flowed freely these three days, but it was definitely not free. A large crowd and festivities also meant a lot of guards and potential for disaster. None the less, Y'Vanna would pursue her goal, she surely wouldn't be going thirsty this night. She watched the crowd for a short while before she spotted a woman with a child watching a trio of performers dancing about and juggling. It was quite the comedy in the rain, but she wasn't focused on them in the least bit. What she was focused on was how haphazardly the woman had left her purse nestled in a basket she was holding, and just how into the show the woman and child were. There was a small crowd of people around them and the guards were well away from what she could see of them. 

[i]Now was the time...[/i]

Y'Vanna's feet began to move at a brisk pace as she approached her mark, posing as a passing patron. She nudged a gentleman just to the side of the woman, causing him to lose his balance. The man stumbles a bit and awkwardly lunged forward into the woman's shoulder, causing her to turn and confront him just enough for Y'Vanna to slip in and relieve the basket of her purse. The woman scowled and raised a hand to bat at the man to which he contested and apologized fervently for bumping into her. Y'Vanna smiled as she bled right back into the passing crowd, and right into the back of a guard, who then turned and scoffed at her. Her heart hit the bottom of her belly as she did, thinking she would surely be nabbed for her troubles. She was lucky, for the guard just barked loudly at her for stepping on his heels and went on about his business, which was seemingly trying to drowned himself in ale by the smell of his breath. She froze in shock for a moment, unable to move or say anything as her heart climbed back to it's rightful place in her chest. But it was a fleeting moment, and she was back on her way to the Faded Lantern.

[h3][i][b][color=f7941d]The Faded Lantern Tavern & Inn,
City of Guillan, 6:43PM[/color][/b][/i][/h3]

It was a short distance to the Faded Lantern, and even shorter in the rain. She was completely soaked now, her leathers clinging to her skin as she approached the tavern doors. She cared little for she could tell by the sound of things that it was already quite lively and full, which meant it would also be steamy and warm inside. Along with the warmth came the stench, but a few horns of grog and nobody cared for very long. That was exactly where she was headed. Straight for the barkeep Percival. A face she was well accustomed to seeing, though sometimes it was with one eye covered. He had seen her take on the grog many a night, and day for that matter...

[i][color=00aeef]"The usual, is it lass?"[/color][/i] Percival said with a warm smile. 

[i][color=f7941d]"Aye, I'll take a full pitcher though. and can I have one of the meeting tables upstairs? I've got business to discuss with Vargas tonight and I expect we'll need some privacy about us."[/color][/i] Y'Vanna said with a glimmer of hope and aspiration in her words.

[i][color=00aeef]"I believe I can arrange that."[/color][/i] he said, his dimples finding the bottom of his cheeks when he smiled. [color=00aeef][i]"Working on something big then are we? I can smell a good scheme in the works."[/i][/color] He then poured a pitcher of grog and set it on the counter. 

[color=f7941d][i]"Indeed I am. It's a big one too. I'm going to need a crew, a proper one, so spread the word and tell em where I'll be. No details now, not yet. Just tell em there'll be enough coin in it for everyone to make well and good."[/i][/color] Y'Vanna said while pouring herself the first horn of her pitcher, downing it instantly. 

[color=00aeef][i]"I'll spread the word then and inform Lord Vargas that you requested his presence. Take the table above the fireplace upstairs, should be reasonably private. You know I'm supposed to charge for the table, right?"[/i][/color] he said raising a brow inquisitively.

[color=f7941d][i]"Aye, but I know ye wont. Also I'll need a tab, here's two gold to get me started."[/i][/color] she said with a wink, tossing the coins on the bar. [color=f7941d][i]"A proper crew Percy, not the usual shite that be a'plunderin' 'round 'ere..."[/i][/color] She bellowed as she walked away, switching her hips as she did. Half because she was giddy about having a full pitcher, and half because she knew that Percival had thing for her. It was well past obvious, he nearly glowed when she was about. 

She made her way upstairs, navigating the drunken patrons as best she could with horn and pitcher in hand, finally making it to the table, which was in the corner above the fireplace and off to itself with a few other rooms across a narrow hall. These rooms were reserved for groups and meetings such as this, well away from prying ears. The dark oak beams accentuated by flickering candlelight and a few sparsely-placed oil lamps. Wild patterns danced about softly against their grains. A small doorway let into the mezzanine balcony with a partition wall latticed at the top that separates it from the hallway and other rooms. It was about as secure a place as one was going to get in the tavern without having paid for a proper room, and even then a curious ear was of concern. At least here you could see who was coming, and just how audible one should be, if anything need be said, or not. 

 Many a plot and plan had been made 'round these planks, and many more would follow. But none quite like this, at least not for her. She was usually a loner, didn't much care for working with others. [i]Loose lips[/i] and all that jargon being the main reason, but she knew this one was way more than she could pull off alone. She set the pitcher and her horn on the table as she removed her sabre and scabbard belts off and leaned them on the chair beside the one she had chosen for herself. She then untied her cloak and tossed it there as well. It was looking rather shabby, she would have to see about a remedy for that as well. The hurdy gurdys were in full swing and the night was alive with the promise of the morrow's potential. The hearth was roaring and the heat rose to the upstairs where her table was and the room was dimly lit and much more comfortable than the muddy streets outside. She was still drenched, and the room was well suited to have her, and her clothes, dry in no time. It was absolutely [i]balmy[/i] already. Beads of water dripped from her hair and trickled down her chest. She took a healthy sip from her horn to decompress.

 Word got around fast in the tavern, sometimes a bit too fast. A crew she would have in no time, especially for a lucrative job that was this enticing. She sat down adjacent to the balcony side and toyed with the horn in her fingers a while as she watched the other patrons consorting and carrying on, and dockhands merrily misbehaving. She did so love this scene. She'd stay in forever if she had it her way. She did so love the grog, but a kind lover it was not. She would sit here and wait for whatever Percival or Vargas could muster up on short notice. The Faded Lantern wasn't exactly known for having the best lineup to begin with. She was most certain that Vargas would be awfully curious as to the details of her plot as well. Best they all got to it as well for time wasn't exactly on her side, and Y'Vanna knew it too. The only pin, well, one of the many pins of her plotting that she was up against. [i]They were up against[/i].She would savor this bit of time, like sweet mead on her lips. Things were looking up for her indeed, [i]should she be able to keep herself a free woman[/i]…
[h3][color=f7941d][i][b]A free woman she would be...[/b][/i][/color][/h3]

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