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[color=3eb489][h3][b]High Stakes - Velles 5th[/b][/h3]

[right][b]Location:[/b] Distillery in Crafters’ Quarters - Ersand’Enise
[b]Day of the week:[/b] Taldes
[b]Time:[/b] 4:30 HE[/right][/color]
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[indent][color=gray][color=3eb489]“uuuuuuuuu ahhh”[/color] a boastful yawn leaving her mouth with a few tears welling up in her eyes. The sun had set, making her feel lethargic from the sapping of energy. Yet the night was more familiar to her than the sun despite the importance of the sun in her nations culture. The night was her friend, what cloaked her from danger, and most importantly what empowered her. The moon smiled down on her, emboldened her and raised her capabilities tenfold based on the number of moons present. It also meant she could reach full effectiveness as a Nikanese assassin. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and patted down her newly equipped black garb that made no ruffle or sound in the dark akin to the feathers on owls that made their flight silent. 

Nothing but her head was exposed, giving off a strangely off putting floating head display from a distance away. The talks of the Sanguinaire were interesting, but not much stock was put into it. She knew better than to discount it as folk tales, but she was a simple farm girl that only had a narrow field of experience. 

During the briefing, Ymiico had also been quite silence since the inception of the conversation, she was much to enthralled by the vignette of the beast being described and the environment around her. It was unlike her home back in Nikan, but it wasn't without its charm. Ymiico didn't have quite a rhyme or reason for being on this mission, it just seemed the most fun out of them all. She broke her silence weighing in on the heavy chat. [color=3eb489]"My blood tasty, good?"[/color] she said with an awkward accent, hoping to convey that she understood she would be a big treat for the sanguinaire. Her question earned her a laugh from her teammate. 

Her dagger like ears twitched and focused on the language spoken by Ilyanovich. One she wasn’t familiar with so whatever she was saying was still kept in private. She bent down at the end of the blood trail within the Proving Grounds, stroking her finger through the dirt, rubbing the crimson fluid between her fingers. She gave it a whiff and looked around trying to recreate the scene. Sloppy was the only way she could describe it, which meant one of two things. They had hubris and knew they couldn’t be stopped, or they were fresh behind the ears. 

Looking up to the sky, there was only one moon who had come out to play today. Ymiico slightly sighed, the gods hadn’t been in her favor today. Her eyes traced Ilyanovich covering the exit, while her ears faced towards Evander. [color=3eb489]”I go high yes?”[/color] her fingers pointing up, she waited little in the way for approval before she flipped forward towards the wall and began climbing. 
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