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[hr][hr]Location: Hoch Dorumvir // Characters: Yuli, Penny [@Force and Fury], [@Tackytaff]
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It was hard for the girl to contain her excitement. She was going home! It was under tenuous circumstances, sure, but this was a break from it all. The stupidly hot weather, the all too annoying avincean grammar lessons, the drama, having to run the business, it was a brief respite. And all the while, she got to visit a hegelan city. Three out of five was a pretty good tourist checklist, and it felt all too fitting that she was in Hoch Dorumvir, the 'City of Wind'. Her hegelan wasn't seamless, but it was better spoken than her Avincean, and the small linguistic differences between the cities didn't seem to trip her up as much. For the first couple hours in arrival, she opted to explore the city, and regroup with Penny later for a bit of shopping. That way, she could act as a tour guide twice over.

On her travels, Yuliya notices two of her school companions near a peculiar statue, on the other end of the street however, a commotion demands her attention. A pair of magnificently bearded hegelans were arguing about matters of inventory and humans being a problem in that regard, but her presence on the scene clear stirred them into more of a fervour. The slightly taller of the two pointed at her as he continued to shout with enough force to send spittle flying.  The other, whom had appeared more calm at first, ended that assumption by hammering his partner square in the forehead with a fist.  The first spat on the ground then, and made a gesture in Yuliya's direction that made the rest of the spectators gasp, then look away. When things had quieted down enough the shorter of the arguing men approached Yuliya with a polite smile. 

"Sorry," He began in terribly accented Vossoriyan.  "Bad manners, you south move?  You take?"  Yuliya would look down to see a paper in the small man's hand, sealed with a wax seal bearing a set of initials in her own language's alphabet.  "Please,"  The man remembered to add, lifting the paper still higher for Yuliya to take. She would look in moderate confusion at the man. She took no notice of his poor accent, as she was all too familiar with being on the receiving end of scrutiny in that regard. Instead, she would regard him in Hegelan, looking down at the paper and the man with scrutiny. [color=pink]"No need for apology, you weren't the rude one. You need help?"[/color] The mans eyes bugged out for a moment, and as quickly as he'd procured the paper, it disappeared again somewhere behind the mass of beard that reached nearly to his knees.  "You speak well!"  He appears overjoyed, if a bit nervous.  "Zoldur is a stupid old git with more hair on his ass that sense in his head. Shopping around? I'll offer you a deal, best in town, three prime shots only 3 of your little hats." There was a brief discourse by Yuli in order to attempt to retrieve the contents of the letter, but he seemed adamant in not handing it over to her. Alas, she relented and took the all too juicy deal of some prime shots. After all, they may be useful in the coming missions. She was more than aware of how effective they could be going forward.

Following this, Yuliya went to find Penny. The two enjoyed the trip around the city, buying clothes, mana brews and various supplies from around the city. She was half-tempted to convince Penny to commission herself a hegelan item, seeing as Yuliya already had a couple in her possession, but she did not insist upon the matter. What she did insist upon, was a night of drinking and revelry. The two danced, sung and partied throughout the night, with Yuli eyeing up several potential marks for a drink before their departure. Penny soon retired and gave Yuli a wave, and she found her hunger stirring. There were a few people out on the night, but she settled for a well dressed gentleman who sauntered into a nearby alleyway, sensing the man had sufficient mana to quench it. What followed was a more than quick affair. As the man 'emptied the tank', she had more than enough time to close the gap and sneak up behind him, completely unawares as the man was in a drunken state. And for once, a hunt went off without a hitch. She silenced him almost as soon as she came upon him, the drink was swift and filling, and the man was left sitting in a puddle of his own urine. She left satisfied and filled from the night, and went to conduct her final activity before the morrow was upon them.

That man who held the note - she'd marked his address. The hour was late, and there was little chance of her being spotted, and even if she were, she was more than empowered by her recent drink of both blood and manabrews. She quickly found an entrance to the home through an open shutter window, and was able to rifle through the mans belongings, finding the note without much effort. She quickly left, as to not allow herself to be caught in the thievery, and went back to her room for the night, in which she read the note both to confusion and worry. It did not keep her long however, as sleep found the girl with a full belly and a night of good experience. She only hoped the rest of this expedition would go as planned.