Toadies get real rocks in their drinks and not ice "on the rocks".

I don't deserve heaven if there is one.

Well that shut her up. "Fair." Although she didn't like to say that.

Irate. Wearing this stupid getup. Normally she'd wear anything for a job, but the end goal of that job was usually to kill someone, get out alive and unseen, then wait for the next job - but nooo, this current job was a repayment so a crazy wizard wouldn't break her brain. She had to serve the

"WHY ARE ALL THESE PEOPLE COMING TO MY TAVERN?"

These idiots don't know how to clean up after themselves...

Slipping out into the market.

fwog

Surely silver is the standard form of currency here...

Hours. Hours it'd taken them throughout the day to get her to sit down and gamble, and such was the pressure that even Eshenesra relented. Now Miri sat at the table, clearly outmatched by the Drow man before her, and she had absolutely nothing to show for it, despite all her boasting. "I do not..."

I don't believe in frog people.

Are you a frog?

Her training indicated she should just fall into the role of a maid in a tavern and deal with it. Her training also meant if anyone touched her in an untoward way, there were 31 different ways to dispatch them. And yet, here she was, serving drinks to these idiot adventurers...

Who is copulating in the sand...

"I haven't had a contract in ages and I'm growing tired of waiting."

Imagine becoming a rat.

ꜱᴛᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇ ɴᴏ, ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴢᴏᴏ ᴘᴀʟꜱ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴋɪᴅ ᴄᴜɪꜱɪɴᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴛᴏᴘ ᴋɪɴɢ 360ꜱ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇ ---- ꜰᴇʟɪᴋꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀꜱꜱʜᴏᴘᴘᴇʀ.

It can be very difficult to track someone that travels via teleportation multiple times a month.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮."

Ugh, a student? This was only becoming more difficult...

The target is unexpectedly packing...

Three weeks post the dragon's fall...

Sitting on the ledge of a building overlooking the Academy.

So many plans in motion.

[has no idea who that is]

Fascinating discourse.

vaatividaya the vineyard master?

Just her. Sitting on the bed. No one else around. The door was not just closed, it was barricaded. The window was blocked. A scrape on the floor that led from where the wardrobe had been. No moonlight filtered into the room. It couldn't be darker than it was now.

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A fitting name.

Irony?

When you get that gun, name it spite. We'll see how far it carries you. [Unlike her previous comments, this one seems to be pointed in Tomomi's favor, almost a blessing.]

Spite is a powerful motivator.

Enjoy your sentence with the wet wizard wonder.

Attacking a bystander who merely made a joke is very telling.

Hamstring them, then go for the carotid.

You look like the walking equivalent of wet tissue paper.

A pair of stilts along with the weapon might serve her best.

Not hard at that height.

[ very comfortable with her body and would not comment if she were naked however, if someone snuck into her room, that could be a minor cause for concern. ]

The childlike voice and antennae was a surprise. Was this a flumph? No, the eyes weren't attached to the antennae, and it seemed to have proper limbs rather than just tentacles. Time. Time was precious. She had to take the risk. Tonight's order was too important. Miri turned, then jumped.

The androgynous figure paused at the edge of the rooftop. Two questions immediately came to mind; who was up here at a time like this, and were they a potential threat? Each moment she spent deliberating was a steep cost to her timeline for the night. Miri chose to keep a wide berth and keep moving

“Faegar’s Hand, guide us through the night. May the stars watch us and give us greeting on the morrow.” Miri prayed before she allowed her eyes to close. The ending of another long day in an unknown land.

“I’m not the man I once was, but I’m the monster you need to get the job done.”

"𝐆û 𝐤î𝐛𝐮𝐦 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐤𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢. 𝐀𝐤𝐡𝐚-𝐠û𝐦-𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐦." 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡: "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤. 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡."