[center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/PVXYWf6.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/qAakc1A.gif[/img][/center] [center] [color=7DBC89]Race:[/color] Yuan-ti [color=7DBC89]Class:[/color] Rogue Arcane Assassin [color=7DBC89]Location:[/color] Top Deck [color=7DBC89]Interactions:[/color] [@Apex Sunburn] Scratch and Val, [@Helo] Ezekiel [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[/hider] [color=7DBC89]Attire:[/color] [color=7DBC89]Gold Balance:[/color] 35 [color=7DBC89]Injuries:[/color] None currently, but has numerous faded scars on her body [img]https://i.imgur.com/phiFSQQ.png[/img][/center] Meiyu barely flicked her eyes upward at the man approaching her, though she had already noticed him long before he spoke. The faintest glow of magic in his eye, the way his hand lingered on his sword hilt, it was clear this was a man who knew battle. And yet, for all his vigilance, his first assumption amused her. She glanced down at the boy, whose arm still rested in her lap, trembling slightly from pain and the weight of the situation. [color=7DBC89][b]“He’s not my son,”[/b][/color] she said smoothly, her voice carrying an undertone of mirth. [color=7DBC89][b]“Merely an unfortunate soul who stumbled into my path.”[/b][/color] The boy let out a shaky breath, his eyes flickering up to Ezekiel. [color=lightblue][b]“B-broken a bone before?”[/b][/color] he stammered, swallowing thickly. [color=lightblue][b]“Yeah. Once. My ribs.”[/b][/color] He shifted slightly, wincing, but his expression was hard to read—part pain, part something else. Before Meiyu could speak further, another voice cut through the scene with far less politeness than the first. Meiyu turned her head slightly, catching sight of the dark elf forcing his way through the gathering onlookers, dragging a small girl in his wake. The contrast between the two was striking—his rapid, blunt mannerisms against the girl's much softer presence. As they arrived, Meiyu leaned back slightly, folding her arms over her chest, allowing them to work uninterrupted. She watched with interest as the surgeon moved with quick efficiency, his eyes scanning, assessing, and questioning in a way that set him apart from the usual healers she had encountered. Unlike Ezekiel, he did not immediately offer a solution. No, he examined, he tested, he doubted. Meiyu remained silent as he listed his observations—no abrasions, no cuts, no sign of a fall. The girl, his assistant, followed his instructions diligently, checking for further injuries, confirming his suspicions. And then, the conclusion. "You didn’t break your arm. Someone broke it." A slow, satisfied smile crept onto Meiyu’s lips, her amusement barely concealed as the dark elf finally turned his sharp gaze on the boy, then on her. Clever. The murmurs in the crowd grew louder. Whispers of [b]"Who would do such a thing?"[/b] and [b]"What kind of monster—[/b]" flitted through the air, accompanied by scandalized gasps and indignant glares. Meiyu sighed, almost disappointed by how predictable people were. She unfolded her arms and stood gracefully, adjusting the folds of her kimono before speaking in a voice that carried just enough steel to settle the growing unrest. [color=7DBC89][b]“Please,”[/b][/color] she drawled, casting an unimpressed look at the gathered spectators, [color=7DBC89][b]“let’s not pretend any of you actually care. A child breaking a bone is hardly the most shocking event in the world. Unless, of course, you plan to spend the rest of this voyage gasping at every misfortune.”[/b][/color] She waved a delicate hand toward the stairwell. [color=7DBC89][b]“Move along. The ship’s entertainment will return to its regularly scheduled performance soon enough.”[/b][/color] A few bristled at her words, but more than a few hesitated, glanced at each other, and then, one by one, the crowd began to dissipate. Nothing ruined gossip faster than being made to feel boring for indulging in it. Once the noise had died down, she turned her gaze back to Scratch, her golden eyes glinting with something like approval. [color=7DBC89][b]“Well done,”[/b][/color] she murmured. [color=7DBC89][b]“Your attention to detail is admirable. Far better than the good sir over here who assumed the boy was mine.”[/b][/color] She inclined her head ever so slightly toward Ezekiel. Then, she exhaled softly and addressed the more pressing matter. [color=7DBC89][b]“Yes,”[/b][/color] she said simply, her voice even. [color=7DBC89][b]“I broke his arm.”[/b][/color] The boy stiffened slightly at her words, though the pain had already numbed his initial fear. She continued before anyone could interrupt. [color=7DBC89][b]“The boy is a thief. A rather sloppy one, too, considering how easily I caught him. Could I have instead alerted the ships authorities? Sure, but I wonder what actions they would have taken?”[/b][/color] She tilted her head, glancing at the dark elf, then Ezekiel, then finally at the boy himself. [color=7DBC89][b]“The way I see it, they would have handled it far more harshly than I did. You see in my experience, people like the ones aboard this ship—wealthy patrons who expect safety and comfort—do not like the thought of someone sneaking into their pockets. If word got out that a thief was among us, no matter how simple and untrained, the crew might have taken more… extreme measures to ensure their passengers felt secure.”[/b][/color] She crouched slightly, looking the boy in the eye, her expression unreadable. [color=7DBC89][b]“A broken arm is painful, yes. But it heals. I chose this over the possibility of you being thrown off the ship.”[/b][/color] She tapped a single finger against his forehead. [color=7DBC89][b]“Remember that, next time you think to steal from someone who sees more than you do.”[/b][/color] She straightened, her voice returning to its usual lilt. [color=7DBC89][b]“Now, I do believe the boy needs tending to. Whether it be from the one offering magical healing or not, I could not care less.”[/b][/color] Her gaze flickered toward Scratch and then Ezekiel as she grabbed her tea once more and took a sip.