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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 & Liana 
[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] 80
[color=7DBC89]Injuries:[/color] None currently, but has numerous faded scars on her body

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Meiyu stepped through the haze of shattered tile and flickering shadow, each movement silent, deliberate, feline. Her eyes, still gleaming in the fading strobe of arcane light, scanned the scene with a predator’s poise.

The satchel was gone. Liana had slipped from her grasp like smoke. Her jaw tightened. Not from grief. Not even rage. But sheer, razor-edged frustration.

So close.

Then her gaze fell on the girl.

She approached the stall with eerie calm, stopping just outside the blood-slicked threshold. Her gaze swept over Phia, cradling the girl like some tragic painting, and then down to Talis–barely breathing, clinging to life by threads already fraying.

Meiyu said nothing at first. She simply crouched, slowly and gracefully, resting one elbow on her knee as she looked the dying girl over like a puzzle half-solved.

A breath passed.

And then she sighed.

[color=7DBC89]“You poor little thing.”[/color] Her voice was soft. Almost warm. Like a lullaby with something sharp hidden in its notes. [color=7DBC89]“She gutted you like a rabbit and left you bleeding on tile like an afterthought. I imagine that hurts.”[/color]

She leaned in just slightly, her expression unreadable, the way one might study a butterfly pinned beneath glass. Her eyes narrowed as they flicked over Talis’ body–not in sympathy, but in scrutiny. Blood, yes. Lots of it. But it was the veins that caught her attention. A delicate tracery of black branching beneath the skin like ink spilled under glass.

Meiyu’s brows drew together faintly.

[color=7DBC89]“Fascinating…”[/color] she murmured, mostly to herself. She tilted her head, studying the branching marks with a sharp, clinical eye. [color=7DBC89]“Not natural. That’s not any venom I’ve worked with.”[/color]

As her eyes flicked upward, they caught on the trail of blood still slowly trickling down Phia’s cheek. Meiyu’s gaze lingered there, then shifted to the shattered mirror behind her, the fractured wood, the blood on the frame. Her expression didn’t change, but her tone cooled.

[color=7DBC89]“And you…”[/color] she said to Phia, not unkindly, but edged in quiet astonishment, [color=7DBC89]“You took a hell of a beating. I watched her smash your face into that frame like she was stamping out a cigarette.”[/color] Her head tilted slightly. [color=7DBC89]“I’ve seen girls die for far less.”[/color]

Then, with a slow exhale, she shifted her weight and crouched fully beside Talis. Her eyes met the girl’s fluttering gaze with eerie calm.

[color=7DBC89]“You’re dying.”[/color] There was no cruelty in her tone. Just truth, laid bare like silk on stone. [color=7DBC89]“I can’t save you. And unless she knows what this is…”[/color] She gestured to Phia first and then to the black veins. [color=7DBC89]“Then any attempt to do anything could make it worse and make it more painful.”[/color] She reached forward, brushing a blood-damp lock of hair from Talis’ forehead with a gesture far too gentle for what she was.

[color=7DBC89]“But I [i]can[/i] take the suffering from you.”[/color] Her fingers ghosted just above the girl’s skin, as if testing the air between them. [color=7DBC89]“The fear. The burning in your chest. The cold in your bones.”[/color] She smiled, small and soft, the kind that made wolves seem almost merciful.
[color=7DBC89]“All I want in return...”[/color]

She paused–just long enough for tension to coil tight.

[color=7DBC89]“…is the truth.”[/color]

Meiyu’s eyes shone brighter now, hunger hidden in grace. [color=7DBC89]“What was in that satchel, little sparrow?”[/color] she whispered, almost sweetly. [color=7DBC89]“Tell me. And I’ll make the rest easy. Let someone else know what you were so desperately trying to protect.”[/color]