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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] [@Lava Alckon] [@Samreaper] [@Oso] [@DWGJay]
[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 settled against the timber pillar, fingers gliding over a splintered knot in the table’s grain. Corin’s question about their so-called decorations hung in the air, unanswered. Silence was her shield; she would not barter secrets for cheap drink. Her gaze lingered on the knight, unblinking, weighing the set of his shoulders, the way he wore his burdens like old armor.

Minerva’s boisterous declaration of a "pecking order" drew a thin, ghost-like smile from Meiyu’s lips. To be called "bestie" by a creature as volatile as the kitten was a curious insult, but Meiyu simply inclined her head, accepting the label with the same grace she’d accept a poisoned needle.

[color=7DBC89]“You have a high opinion of your own charisma, kitten,”[/color] Meiyu murmured, her voice barely audible over the din. [color=7DBC89]“But a leader who needs to scream to be heard is usually just a distraction.”[/color]

Bastion leaned in, his bronze bulk swallowing the table’s space. The chair beneath him surrendered with a sharp crack, wood splintering loud as a thunderclap. Meiyu didn’t so much as blink. She watched the Warforged fall, eyes cool, dissecting the moment with a predator’s detachment.

The first cackle from Minerva was sharp, vicious—a true, unguarded laugh at her so-called second-in-command. When the rest of the tavern followed, the kitten’s mood turned on a coin. Fury twisted her features, righteous and raw, as she lashed out at the same laughter she’d unleashed.

Meiyu let out a long, weary sigh, her head tilting back against the pillar. The theatrics were becoming tiresome. As her gaze drifted upward toward the patchwork rafters, she found exactly what she expected. In a gap between the mismatched planks of the roof, a pair of eyes stared back.

The creature must be perched like a gargoyle up there, watching the "pack" with the same intensity Meiyu felt in her own gut. She didn't alert the table. She didn't reach for a needle. Instead, she locked eyes with the shadow on the roof and let a slow, knowing smirk touch her lips. Quietly, she whispered a magical message to him. [color=7DBC89][i]I see you, little fox.[/i][/color]

Her gaze dropped back to the table, face settling into its familiar, cold mask. She fixed Minerva with a look, catching her mid-tirade as the kitten railed at the pirates’ laughter.

[color=7DBC89]“Sit down, kitten. Your outrage is leaking,”[/color] Meiyu said, her voice cutting through Minerva’s shouting like a chill wind. [color=7DBC89]“You were the first to laugh at the poor beetle when he hit the floor. You can hardly blame the rest of the room for following your lead, lovely little leader. You provided the catalyst; don't pretend now that you're the only one allowed to find the 'second-in-command' a bit... heavy-handed. Or is it heavy-assed?”[/color]

She glanced at the ferret, then back to Corin as the drinks arrived. [color=7DBC89]"A gem, you say? Now you have my attention. How did that fall into your hands...or chest...throat?"[/color]