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[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
[color=7DBC89]Mentions:[/color] [@PapaOso] Bastion and Talis
[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] 48
[color=7DBC89]Injuries:[/color] None currently, but has numerous faded scars on her body

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Meiyu almost reacted.  

The moment she felt the slight tug at her sleeve, her muscles coiled, instincts primed to seize the offending wrist before she even [I]thought[/I] to stop herself. It was a reaction honed from years of being hunted, betrayed, used. Touch was rarely harmless in her world—it came with a blade, a chain, a price.  

But she [I]did[/I] stop herself. Just before her fingers twitched, she caught herself and let out a slow breath. [color=7DBC89][I]It’s just a girl,[/I][/color] she reminded herself, pulse settling. [color=7DBC89][I]Not a threat.[/I][/color]  

Her head turned slightly, golden eyes flicking down to Vallena. The girl stumbled through her words, nerves clear in her averted gaze, her hesitance. The apology—or whatever it was meant to be—came in uneven pieces, ending in something not quite an insult but not quite a compliment, either.  

Meiyu smirked, more amused than anything. [color=7DBC89][I]She’s bolder than I thought.[/I][/color] 

Scaerthrynne intervened before the girl could ramble herself into a deeper hole, covering her mouth with the kind of ease that spoke of familiarity. Meiyu let it happen without comment, tilting her head slightly as she regarded the two of them. “She accepts your apology, and that it’s okay.”

Did she? Meiyu wasn’t entirely sure.  

It wasn’t the words that stuck with her, but the girl’s choice to say them. A strange thing, to care what Meiyu thought. Stranger still to try and correct an impression she’d already decided was true. “You don’t look scary. You just—” 

[color=7DBC89][I]Just what?[/I][/color]

The thought nagged at her, but she let it go.  

Instead, she arched a brow, shifting the conversation with an easy, fluid step forward. [color=7DBC89]“You two heading to the bar, then?”[/color] Her tone was casual, as if the last few moments hadn’t happened at all. [color=7DBC89]“Because if so…”[/color] She glanced toward the direction they were walking, observing the Warforged she'd watched earlier helping a young woman pick herself up off the floor, then back at them with a smirk. [color=7DBC89]“I could use a drink.”[/color]