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[color=7DBC89]Race:[/color] Yuan-ti 
[color=7DBC89]Class:[/color] Rogue Arcane Assassin
[color=7DBC89]Location:[/color] Bar
[color=7DBC89]Interactions:[/color]  [@FunnyGuy] Wendel, [@PapaOso] Bastion, Talis, & Gears
[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[/hider]
[color=7DBC89]Attire:[/color] 
[color=7DBC89]Gold Balance:[/color] 51
[color=7DBC89]Injuries:[/color] None currently, but has numerous faded scars on her body

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Meiyu’s gaze drifted to the dwarf beside her. He looked as if the mere act of existing next to her had dislodged his soul from his spine. His nervous gulp was audible, his posture stiff as a board—and that greeting? A singular, strangled *hi* that might’ve been a war grunt in another life.  

Her smirk was slow, deliberate.  

[color=7DBC89]“Hello,”[/color] she replied, her voice low and velvety, a beautifully raspy thing that purred with amusement and power, reminiscent of stormy shores and siren songs. It was the kind of voice that lingered in the ears and stirred something beneath the surface.  

She turned her gaze back to Talis, expression unreadable as she considered the woman’s flustered attempt at deception. [color=7DBC89][I]Unhydrated?[/I][/color] A poor lie, but an amusing one. Her eyes flicked to the satchel again, then back to Talis’ face.  

[color=7DBC89]“Thirst, is it?”[/color] she murmured, voice smooth as silk yet edged with quiet challenge. She pushed two coins toward Gears with a lazy grace. [color=7DBC89]“Then I’ll take a water as well.”[/color] A smirk curled at the corner of her lips. [color=7DBC89]“Just to see if that truly solves your problem. Dehydration can be a silent killer, after all.”[/color]  

She leaned against the bar once more, her presence effortless, watching Talis with quiet amusement but not cruelty. There was something to her—Meiyu wasn’t sure if it was naivety or something else entirely—but she wanted to peel back the layers to see just what she was about.  

Her gaze lingered just long enough to be felt. Then it shifted, without warning, to the Warforged still looming beside the girl.  

She studied him openly, without flinching. Something about him—his stillness, his presence, the unwavering focus on the girl—reminded her of temple statues she once saw as a child. Monuments to loyalty. Tools shaped like men.  

[color=7DBC89]“Your scarf, it seems cozy. It suits you.”[/color] She stated simply before taking a sip of her drink and letting the warmth seep in slowly.  

Around her, the bar continued to buzz and hum with lives too loud or too quiet. But Meiyu remained at ease in the tension, as if she belonged exactly where she was: between secrets, stares, and subtle challenges.  

Her gaze shifted back to the dwarf again.  

Still flushed. Still recovering.  

Still [I]cute,[/I] in a panicked sort of way.  

She didn’t smile this time. But her eyes gleamed with quiet mischief as she leaned against the bar and waited for the rest to unfold.