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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 did not scramble; she uncoiled. Minerva’s kick sent the Elf sprawling, and Meiyu let the momentum carry her, rolling back and springing into a crouch. She rose, slow and deliberate, eyes fixed on the place where Elithar had pinned her. For a heartbeat, she was still, unreadable.

The crowd faded into background noise. Meiyu’s wrists flicked, black silk settling back into place. She brushed street dust from her thighs with a series of crisp, practiced slaps. Her movements were measured, ritualistic. The silver-handled dagger vanished into its sheath in a single, fluid motion.

Only then did she glance at the tangle of limbs. A cold smirk ghosted across her lips as Minerva pinned the mount. [Color=7DBC89]"Efficient, kitten. You’ve earned your treats."[/color] Meiyu slipped three gold coins from her hidden pouch, the metal chiming softly. She did not toss them. Instead, she closed the distance with a slow, predatory grace, slipping the coins one by one into Minerva’s pocket. [Color=7DBC89]"Three coins for the thought-reader. Cheaper than blood on my boots."[/color]

Meiyu’s gaze slid to Elithar, pinned beneath Minerva. Her eyes flicked to his throat, searching for the telltale glint of the gem. A strange echo of pain lingered, sharp and private. Only Meiyu recognized its source, her gaze lingering on Elithar with new, silent curiosity. [Color=7DBC89]"A pint at the Squid?"[/color] Her voice was low, velvet over steel. She let a small, amused breath escape—silk dragged over gravel. [Color=7DBC89]"Brave, for a man bested by a kitten."[/color] She stepped closer, shadow falling over him, her interest unmistakable.

[Color=7DBC89]"Alas, darling, those were my last three coins,"[/color] she lied, voice honeyed with practiced sorrow. Her empty palms turned up, a pantomime of poverty. [Color=7DBC89]"If you’re buying, I might find time for your excuses. But I warn you, my tastes are costly, and my friend here is insatiable."[/color]

She glanced at Minerva, eyes bright with challenge. [Color=7DBC89]"Let him up. If he bolts, the boots are yours. They’d fetch at least two coins at the last stall."[/color]