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[indent][color=dimgray]Rui had her lips puckered to take another sir or rather, glug, from one of the few remaining filled cups on the table before the crowd of men in front her started to part like the Red Sea. Rui stopped the glass smelling the pungent alcohol curl in her nostrils. A small girl with wisps of red amid the blondes in her hair. There was something familiar in her appearance that attributed itself to being from East Asia, but not as familiar as the rest of her kin. It was admirable to see more people representing their hemisphere at the tournament considering it was on the other side of the planet. She moved with a vigor that rivaled an unfettered server having gone without a tip. Short work was made of the table and the unconscious men which was no surprise given she was a nomad.

The scrolls on her back were a nice touch, something that Rui was not unfamiliar with, but had no patience or affinity for them. The sake cup reminded her of home which caused the cup in her hand to swirl before being swallowed into the throat of the drunken heiress. She should have brought hers with her had she known she would be having competition. [color=#c2ff33]“And where are you from?”[/color] She asked accepting the refined ceramic cup. Feeling the weight in her hand, the coolness of the cup, and the craftsmanship it endured to reach it’s chrysalis. 

[color=#c2ff33]“Are we treating this as a preliminary match to the tournament or did you just want to burn the money in your pocket”[/color] Rui searched for a name realizing she had not asked for one, [color=#c2ff33]“And you are?”[/color]
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