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Nyx’s throat felt dry as she watched the people begin to mingle. The large man suited soon stood and introduced himself to the people around him who held the letters up in confirmation. One woman was being spoken to at the bar by which seemed to be someone close to her. She had on what Nyx would imagine an assassin’s wardrobe, the way it wrapped around her and the long white cape brushed against her calfs. Nyx almost felt jealous that a woman could pull off such an outfit with defined taste. She then looked to her left to see a man in a long cape, with a large hat. She was sure that he was some kind of pirate, yet something drew her to him. She was more curious of the life he must’ve chosen, or whether her stereotype is incorrect. The last one she paid attention to was another elf, his hair was snow white and his eyes were silver like the moon. She found herself drawn to him as well, for her love for the night seemed to twinkle in him. All these people were so exciting, and mysterious. So many stories she wanted to hear, yet she hardly knew how to take the first steps in to meeting someone, sure she should try.

She took one last sip of her rum and stood up. She didn’t have a problem going unnoticed, for some people hadn’t even known she was in the room. She watched the man make his way around introducing himself to the others yet she could never quite catch what his name was or what had been going on. She cleared her throat, and brushed off the front of her dress before making her way towards the busied man. His armor was thick and you could hear the metal rub as he breathed or made a gesture with his hands. His face was warm, and his strength was obvious to its own. It was easy to tell that he was the man to talk to.

She looked around the room at the other unfamiliar faces, some of humans, mostly elves which seemed to bore her now of days. Humans came few and far between from the places she had traveled to so it was refreshing to witness one so close. She tried to squeeze the trembles out of her hand but she only managed to wrinkle the letter even more from its distressed form. She gently placed her hand on the larger man’s shoulder. “Excuse me.” Her voice shook as she spoke and she tried to clear it again while she waited for the man to notice her. “This letter.. It’s from you yes? I am Nyx Pharros..” She lifted the letter which shook in her palm so she quickly tucked it behind her and held her breath, hoping her face wouldn’t change hues but she slowly grew red the longer she stood there.

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