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[Color=darkturquoise]Race: [/color]Changeling
[Color=green]Class:[/color] Part-Time Fighter
[Color=cornflowerblue]Location:[/color] Near the Bar, Airship to Khorvaire
[b][color=white]Interactions:[/color][/b] Arya, Bastion, Meiyu [@potter] [@Oso] [@Tae] [b][color=white]Mentions:[/color][/b] Menzai, Phia 

[Color=tan]Equipment:[/color]
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[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Lots of Clothes
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Arming sword
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Battle-axe
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Mace
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Daggers
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Bow & Arrows
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Shortsword
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Leather Armor
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Half-plate Armor
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Hide Armor
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Toolkit
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Camping Equipment
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Locked chest filled with old trinkets that ARE NOT FOR SALE
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Magnifying glass
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Diary
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Sketchbook
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Pencils
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Dried and Cured Meats
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Nuts
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Second Locked Chest with self-care products
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Bag of holding[/hider]
[Color=lightblue]Attire:[/color] beige trousers, brown tunic, and worn brown boots
[color=Peru]Gold Balance:[/color] 3 (on hand)
[Color=silver]Injuries:[/color] None currently
[Color=white]Current Persona:[/color] [b][color=peru]Minerva[/color][/b]
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The environment, and the people within it, were still strangers to the wandering eyes and perked ears of Minerva. The current scene, from what she could make of it, marked that something violent had occurred. The sight of tears and blood was unmistakable, yet, as Minerva bore witness to the somber aftermath, her eyes never committed to a particular sight. 

[Color=peru]“Menzai,”[/color] She said his name smoothly while turning to peer over her shoulder, but the man’s dark violet hair prevented her from catching a glimpse of his face. However, she did catch the faint whiff of his scent, despite Miris’ dull senses. She never did comment on his mention of his day being unpleasant, as it was merely a confirmation to what she had taken in within her short time here, on the airship.

Facing front, she silently dug into the bag of holding, fishing for something to tie or pin up her hair. While her hand sifted through the bag at her side, the other half of her attention was on Wendel's last entry in the journal resting comfortably in her lap.

[Color=peru][i]Wendel… he was first? He was first on the airship?![/I][/color] Her eyebrows rose, realizing she had been lucky enough to make it onto the vessel this time around. A short-lived smile spread across her face as the setting made a bit more sense, minus the aftermath of something tragic.

[Color=peru][i]Aaaaaand I only have two coins to play with…[/i][/color] With that piece of news, she grimaced and continued to skim Wendel’s entry in disorganized fashion. She simply searched for keywords of interest. [I]Gold[/i], [i]coin[/i], [i]Minerva[/i], [i]good[/i], [i]bad[/i], [i]fight[/i], names, and swearing were words that would not escape her.  

[Color=peru]“Got something,”[/color] She commented aloud before pulling a dark blue hair ribbon from her bag. Tilting her head down and forward, she let her eyes become intimate with the last piece of Wendel's entry while she tied her hair. 

[color=7998CE]”What the heck are these crystals and where is Wendel? What happened…?”[/color]

[Color=peru]“He’s… somewhere. I’m sure he’s around.”[/color] Minerva answered with the aloofness of someone too busy to continue speaking on the matter. The double Xs on the page, a marker used among the personas to signal a stressful situation, was not something to ignore even if the battle appeared to be over. 

[i][color=F97FCA]”Menzai!”[/color][/i]

[Color=peru]“Menzai.”[/color] She practiced the name quietly, as if the young elf wasn't wailing it in distress. After doing up her messy ponytail, Minerva grabbed the pen tucked into the crease between the pages of the journal. She had reached up to the mention of the something striking Wendel’s neck, but her attention had worn thin, especially with the flowing chatter [i]and[/i] screaming for Menzai’s wellbeing. With a swift hand, Minerva put ink to page, simply writing.

[I][u][color=peru]Minerva’s here! Wendel is a fucking hero! First Four still better than Worst Four.[/color][/u][/i]

With that, she shut the book and placed it into the satchel just in time for the towering Warforged she could only assume was “Bastion” to free her from her potential future back-scratcher, Menzai. 

[color=30A4D9]“You’ve done enough,”[/color] he said gently to the woman now supporting the man. [color=30A4D9]“Let me take him now.”[/color]

[Color=peru]“Really?! Ooh, this is wonderful! Thank you, Warforged!”[/color] She happily exclaimed as Bastion carried Menzai. [Color=peru]“Much better! Oh, and…”[/color] She sprung to her feet and pointed at his back as he made his way toward the bar. [Color=peru]“I owe you nothing, Warforged, and even if I did, I am very poor at the moment!”[/color] She declared, so anyone who could hear would know that there was no debt to be paid. 

[Color=peru][i]Very poor.[/i][/color] She thought as she bent down to pick up Wendel’s boots to place into the satchel. [Color=peru][i]Eleanor the spoiled bitch, struck again, but my favorite old dwarf, Wendel may have given me a solid lead to get me some coin.[/i][/color] Minerva glanced toward the bar, her curiosity forcing her to see the face of the wounded man who had been sitting back-to-back with her.

[Color=peru]“Menzai. Noble and fierce.”[/color] She whispered Wendel's last description of him before walking across the deck, her eyes searching for the dwarf’s prize.

[Color=silver][I][u]I met her at the bar. She’s picturesque in appearance. Black hair, amber eyes, and patches of scales here and there. I heard someone mention her being a Yuan Ti just now. [S]She's very beautiful[/s]. Anyway, I made a wager with her, which may potentially yield some coin.[/u][/i][/color]

Minerva could have wandered around the deck, trying to pick out black-haired women from the crowd or from the bodies lying in pools of blood, but she was not going to waste her limited “play time” on subtlety.

[Color=peru]“Oh, Meiyuuu! A friend of Wendel is looking to speak with youuu!”[/color] She wore a toothy grin with her head on a swivel for anyone fitting the Yuan Ti’s description to answer the call.


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