[Jeramiahh]<br/><br/>The men take a while, and a few moments later a finger taps Charle's shoulder, and the smell of fine tobacco wafts to his nose.  A woman, looking incredibly out of place, is standing right behind him, and he never heard her approach.  She had curly black hair that fell just past her shoulders, and was wearing loose black silk garb and black leather sandals.  Her eyes were nearly as dark of a brown, and her pale skin shone brilliantly.  Her elegantly manicured hand pulled an ivory and gold cigarette holder from her ruby lips and she smiled at him, quirking a brow at him and then strolling toward an alley off to the side silently.