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[color=7DBC89]Race:[/color] Yuan-ti 
[color=7DBC89]Class:[/color] Rogue Arcane Assassin
[color=7DBC89]Location:[/color] The enchanting bathroom
[color=7DBC89]Interactions:[/color] [@princess] Phia [@Oso] Talis
[color=7DBC89]Mentions:[/color] 
[color=7DBC89]Equipment:[/color]  [hider=Full Equipment List]🌸 A finely crafted katana
 🌸 A concealed dagger laced with paralytic venom
 🌸 Throwing needles coated with different poisons
 🌸 Black silk combat outfit reinforced with hidden Mithril chainmail
 🌸 Soft-soled boots that allow for near-silent movement
 🌸 Smoke bombs and illusion charms for quick escapes
 🌸 A set of forged documents under multiple aliases
 🌸 A tea set and an assortment of teas
 🌸 Incense[/hider]
[color=7DBC89]Attire:[/color] 
[color=7DBC89]Gold Balance:[/color] 51
[color=7DBC89]Injuries:[/color] None currently, but has numerous faded scars on her body

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“THE BEANS!!!”

Really? That’s what she went with? Meiyu blinked once. Slowly.

The stall door quivered slightly in its frame, still vibrating from Talis’ dramatic retreat. For a long, poised moment, she simply stood there, lips slightly parted in the vague shape of a smirk, as though trying to decide whether the girl had just lied to her, suffered a complete psychological collapse, or both. Her attention then shifted towards the pink haired elf.

She watched Phia with interest now—closer, sharper. The smile hadn’t faltered, but the stillness behind her eyes had shifted.

Not a squirrel.

There was something in the stance. In the grip on that staff. In the way she’d placed herself between Meiyu and the woman.

No, not a squirrel at all.

A mongoose.

Meiyu had seen that look before. In jungle ruins and desert tombs. Wide eyes, soft hands, and teeth beneath the sweetness. The kind that played at fluttering just long enough to lull the serpent close.

So the serpent… adjusted.

The change was subtle. Her shoulders softened, the tilt of her head took on something gentler, more open. Her arms fell loosely to her sides, and when she spoke, her voice had changed too. Warmer. With a smile that touched the corners of her eyes. [color=7DBC89]“I didn’t mean to frighten anyone. I saw her earlier, that woman, and I asked about her satchel. It looked… unusual.”[/color] A small laugh, soft and breezy. [color=7DBC89]“I was just curious. But she ran off like I’d pulled a knife on her.”[/color]

Meiyu tilted her head slightly, gaze sliding toward the closed stall. Her voice, though still gentle, grew quieter, intimate. [color=7DBC89]“Which, of course, made me wonder [I]what[/I] was in the bag.”[/color] She kept her tone light, conversational, like a friend spinning gossip over tea.

[color=7DBC89]“You see,”[/color] she continued, [color=7DBC89]“on an airship, unusual things tucked into clutched satchels held by incredibly nervous and terrified people have a way of becoming everyone’s problem. And I’m rather attached to my continued survival.”[/color]

She didn’t move toward the stall, but the weight of her presence in the doorway made the tiny room feel tighter. [color=7DBC89]“If you’re just nervous, I understand. But if there’s something in that bag that could hurt anyone aboard this vessel…”[/color] she gave a casual shrug, [color=7DBC89]“well, you can see how that might interest me.”[/color]

Her smile returned. Kind. Patient.

But her eyes didn’t blink.

[color=7DBC89]“You can come out. No tricks, no harm. Just a conversation. You don’t know me, and I don’t know you. But I [I]do[/I] know when someone’s clutching a secret like it might explode.”[/color]

A pause. Then, brightly—

[color=7DBC89]“Or would you prefer I call someone with more official interest in mysterious cargo?”[/color]

A beat passed before she added, with velvet sweetness, [color=7DBC89]“I’d really rather not.”[/color]

She glanced again at Phia, playful and sincere all at once. [color=7DBC89]“You see, I’m a big believer in second chances. Especially when someone’s first impression is… dramatic.”[/color]

She waited, still and smiling.

The mask was firmly in place. But the snake beneath it was [I]watching.[/I]