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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 watched the liquid in her glass settle, her expression as still as the water. Corin’s theory, that the pain and the gems arrived after the impact, was a comfortable lie she let hang for a heartbeat too long. She knew better. She remembered the blinding light of the floating catalyst, the way it had shattered beneath her fingertips before the ship had even begun its final, screaming descent. She felt the weight of Phia and Bastion’s presence nearby. They knew the truth and that she carried a mark of her own, even if it was currently tucked away beneath her silk and mithril. So she knew she couldn't keep it hidden for long if they spoke up.

[color=7DBC89]"You have the timeline wrong for me, Mastiff,"[/color] she said, her voice a low, level vibration. She didn't look at him, keeping her gaze on the table's edge. [color=7DBC89]"The shard didn't wait for the ground. It found its mark while we were still in the sky, well before the airship met the earth."[/color]

Her gaze shifted to Minerva, who was currently dismissing the shards as simple blemishes. Meiyu’s eyes narrowed slightly, the gold in them sharpening.

[color=7DBC89]"They aren't just trinkets to be picked at, kitten,"[/color] she warned, her tone flat and final. [color=7DBC89]"These shards chose us—a handful of survivors out of hundreds. Why it wanted a ragtag group... that is the part that should keep you awake at night. We weren't just hit by debris; we were claimed."[/color]

She leaned back, her silence returning as she watched the door. The truth was a dangerous currency, and she had already spent more than she intended.