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[color=7DBC89]Race:[/color] Yuan-ti 
[color=7DBC89]Class:[/color] Rogue Arcane Assassin
[color=7DBC89]Location:[/color] Port Verge
[color=7DBC89]Interactions:[/color] [@FunnyGuy] Minerva [@Infinite Cosmos]
[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
 🌸 Leather gloves[/hider]
[color=7DBC89]Attire:[/color] 
[color=7DBC89]Gold Balance:[/color] 98
[color=7DBC89]Injuries:[/color] Gash on hip and thigh, small cut on her head, aching shoulder

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Meiyu had taken barely two steps when the slow, disguised movement of another figure attempted to intercede. The instant the man's hand passed the threshold of her personal space, Meiyu’s newly gloved right hand dropped from her hip. The movement was born of constant, ambient awareness. It hooked his outstretched hand at the base of the thumb, using a sharp, precise pressure point. She used his own forward momentum against him. Her right foot swept low and hard, catching his ankle and twisting it with the torque of his pain.

He went down with a heavy, dust-kicking [i]thump[/i] onto the street stones.

Meiyu smoothly guided the fall, transitioning instantly from the hook to a dominant pin. She pressed his hand flat above his head with her free hand as she knelt on his sternum, applying pressure that restricted his movement and breathing. Her slender, silver-handled dagger, drawn from a concealed sheath in a flash, came to rest cold against his throat precisely beneath his Adam's apple.

She looked down at the Elven man, taking him in for a moment before leaning in close, her body language dangerously relaxed, her proximity suffocating. Her voice was the smoky contralto of the Pirate Queen, but the chill in it was glacial. [Color=7DBC89]"This is Port Verge, stray. If you're not hyper-aware of where every finger is pointing, you don't belong here. Was that truly the whole plan, or were you aiming for a more... thorough, private inspection? Tell me what you're really looking for."[/Color]