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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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Minerva's voice cut in, offering commentary on the pin and teasing the captive. The taunt was exactly the distraction a skilled captive required. Meiyu's concentration, already frayed by her companion's constant theatrics, fractured as her eyes snapped to Minerva. The rage at the interruption was immediately translated into a cold, public retort, granting Elithar the window he needed.

[Color=7DBC89]"I’d put gold down that says you're only focused on the 'sloppiness' because you're fantasizing about trading places with him right now, kitten. If you want my attention that badly, I'll pin you down later,"[/Color] she snapped back, the comment meant to be the final word in their private argument.

In the half-second that followed, her world inverted. The solid weight of her knee was violently lifted from his chest, her careful grip on his hand was gone, and the cold, unforgiving street met her back with a jarring thud. The fury that erupted in Meiyu was profound. It was not at the pain, but at the amateur failure and the sheer cheek of the reversal. Her hands, trapped beneath him, immediately tensed, ready to fight for control.

Elithar was suddenly straddling her, dominant and close, delivering his smooth, challenging line. Her arm pinned by his leg began to work towards a needle strapped to her leg. Meiyu's lips were set in a thin line of murderous annoyance, but the expression froze mid-smirk. As his body settled, the movement of his collar exposed the base of his neck, revealing the strange outline of a gem embedded where his trachea met his sternum.

The sight of the unwanted, foreign treasure in his throat completely changed the value of the man above her. Her focus instantly shifted from rage to obsessive recognition. [Color=7DBC89][i]Now why would it choose this man as well?[/i][/color] She pondered to herself, realizing she may need to keep him close to learn more.

[Color=7DBC89]"So, you were on the ship too, I see,"[/Color] she murmured, her smoky voice dropping to a level that was no longer flirting, but pure, intense recognition. She completely ignored his boast and the suggestive challenge. Her golden eyes, now fully analytical, locked on the gem and ignoring his face entirely.

Without shifting her body or easing the intense eye contact with the Elf's throat, Meiyu's gaze flickered to Minerva, a silent, hard command passing between them. [Color=7DBC89]"I have three gold for you if you can read my mind,"[/Color] she stated, her voice tight, the offer clearly a bribe for immediate, effective assistance in shedding her current predicament.