The poison mage sat alone in the small, unmarked tavern. Located in a back alley of Oak Town, the place remained easy to overlook. According to the locals, the proprietor dubbed the grimy joint 'Hiro's' in a moment of self-import. Why anyone would want to associate themselves with this place, Nemuru had no idea. Seating herself in the a far corner seemed a wise choice as she observed the shifty dealings and bar brawls. She wore a simple dark blue kimono, so dark the lighting made it appear black.
Swirling a glass of a cheap mixed drink, she watched the blue liquid shift in the dim candlelight. The drink acted as a ploy, she'd never let her guard down on the job. Thankfully, her magic left her immune to mundane poisons. Taking a sip, she spluttered a little at the foul taste. Well, guess I can't expect anything but swill from a place like this... A soft sigh escaped her lips as she looked at the worn handbag carefully held on her lap. Warily watching the other patrons, she clung tight to it. It contained something more valuable than currency inside. Information. And she was here to trade.
Nemuru tapped her foot under the table in impatience. Come on all ready... I hope you didn't get held up by the district's clientele.
Swirling a glass of a cheap mixed drink, she watched the blue liquid shift in the dim candlelight. The drink acted as a ploy, she'd never let her guard down on the job. Thankfully, her magic left her immune to mundane poisons. Taking a sip, she spluttered a little at the foul taste. Well, guess I can't expect anything but swill from a place like this... A soft sigh escaped her lips as she looked at the worn handbag carefully held on her lap. Warily watching the other patrons, she clung tight to it. It contained something more valuable than currency inside. Information. And she was here to trade.
Nemuru tapped her foot under the table in impatience. Come on all ready... I hope you didn't get held up by the district's clientele.