As she sipped on her water with lemon (the bartender wouldn't stop giving her a sullen glare for that, but Char was oblivious per usual), several interesting things happened:

First a fight developed between a man and a few other card players. The accusation: cheating. When it turned physical, it was clear who the stronger warrior was. Char smiled, then puckered when she took a sip with too much lemon. This man was interesting. She needed him on her quest.

Then another man entered. This one drew many stares for his strange appearance - but that was not what caught Char's attention. No, it was something about the way the walked. It took a moment for it to register, but then she realized that his confident stride and semi-silent steps reminded her of some of her assassin acquaintances. And that sort of person could certainly...be of use.

Lastly there was the silver-haired, purple-eyed maiden that sat at the bar. Nobody in the tavern paid much attention to her, between the lingering brawl and the strange man, but Char knew that this was a gross oversight. This pretty woman was a unicorn - and that meant she was the best experimental material that Char had seen in a long time.

How fortunate. Her prayers had been answered not once, not twice, but three times. Char downed her drink, snapped her journal shut and dropped it into the deep pouches of her black robe, then made her move.

She did not necessarily stand out: a plain-looking woman with red hair that wore a common black traveling robe. However, to an observer with eyes as experienced as hers, it would have been obvious the way her green eyes sometimes misted over with swirling gray magical residue or the way she slipped about with the light touch only gained by someone used to the darker side of things. Char was the sort of person that moved in the sort of circles that would have to kill you if you knew they existed.

She went first to the brawler with the dog, slipping past the frightened barmaid. "You're not very delicate with the ladies, are you? Although judging by the way you handled those men, I'm guessing civility is not your strong suit." Char did not actually care about the barmaid or the men. Rather, conversation was not her strong suit. "And that strange magic...now that is interesting. I will need that secret as well. But first, how much money do you want? I am speaking, of course, about the fee to kill the witch. I am aware that there is already a bounty, but I am prepared to...supplement that, if necessary."

She put her fingers over her mouth, as if to bite her nails, but more likely it was to hide another greedy grin. Her eyes were wide. She had a habit of not blinking when she was nervous or excited, and now she was both - it gave her very much the look of a surprised deer or an escaped mental patient. (As it happened, both labels were commonly applied to Char.) "What do you say?"

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