Name: Jessamyne<br/>Location: entrance to the Golden Pick<br/>Tagged: Ayr, Demonia<br/><br/>Jessamyne felt Ayr slip an arm around her and fought the urge to pull away. She wasn't quite used to anyone touching her in such a friendly manner - especially when for all intents and purposes she didn't know him at all. She needed to be unseen for her job to happen easily. Walking in with him and Demonia kinda screamed 'look at me!' She glanced back a moment, over a shoulder, catching a glimpse outside before the large golden doors closed. The place was an altar to gaudiness. Gold everywhere...the walls, the carpet even had glittering threads through it. The chandeliers, the ironwork, sconces, handles - every frickin thing was gold. She patted the spot where the red bead rested in her pocket, sliding a thumb into her pocket, her fingers covering the small bump the bead created. Her eyes were already scanning the over the gathered people, looking for their target.