<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/QPZW71F.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>"Lady Scarlett Miom"<br/><strong>Location</strong>Don't Fall Inn, Upper Deck<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Open, Alice, Holly<br/><strong>Content</strong>>.<<br/><strong>Current Status</strong>9/9HP, 15PP<br/><hr/><br/>Alexandra- No, wait, "Lady Scarlett Miom," self-styled liason between the various races, and the girl you wanted to know if you had something you needed and couldn't - or wouldn't - get it yourself. Yes, it was<em>she</em>who had situated herself with her third pint of half-decent ale and had taken to chatting up those near to her, and flirting - when able - with the lovely little barkeeper's daughter, knowing good and well if she pushed to hard she'd get to learn first hand about the stick kept behind the bar. But then again, that was just who she was, and to her credit she was<em>very</em>good at the whole 'seduction' thing. Were she to appear from thin air clad in sulfur and brimstone who wouldn't think she actually a succubus?<br/><br/>Truth be told, twas simply a very good cover, one where all of the outgoingness and flirtation hid the fact that she was simply waiting. Waiting, and watching, the two things that some would argue are more necessary for a trained assassin than the actual ability to kill a man in cold blood. After all, any lunatic with a broken bottle could kill a man, given proper motivation, but whenever would said man be able to get away with it, or better yet, when would said man ever be able to kill a very<em>specific</em>man? Nonetheless, bloodshed was not the purpose of her waiting, but rather opportunity... of which said opportunity could possibly involve bloodshed, as that was a very,<em>very</em>lucrative and diverse business...<br/><br/>...the trick was making sure you were killing the<em>right</em>people, the ones who<em>needed</em>it...<br/><br/>Her keen eyes spied the pretty young thing coming up the steps, and that skirt of hers... now<em>that</em>was an outfit! Scarlett's eyes trailed around her hips, and she wondered if the girl wore panties... a glance to the floor below, and the staring and some brief sputtering told her no, no she did not. How exciting... at least until the halfling girl decided to pull her skirt down, hiding some of the view. Time to act again:<br/><br/>"Aaah, did you have to do that you adorable little cutie-pie?" Scarlett spoke up and loosed a discontented moan to, projecting to get the attention of the halfling and the beauty with the short skirt. "I was enjoying the show!"