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Nuala’s eyes flickered as she watched the building across the street; everytime she spotted a hint of light or movement through the first floor window, she increased her focus – her amethyst orbs glowing every so slightly in the darkness of the night. The contract that had been assigned to Nuala was quite particular and the item her client had requested was strange and unique – certainly not something you saw every day. A Potion of Blood was a rare liquid used by vampires as a supplement to human blood. The Voidling could only assume that it had other, more beneficial traits seeing how it was quite rare and difficult to create. The woman had no clue how the people she was going to steal from had come to acquire such a unique item, nor did she know what use her client (whom she had not met yet) could possibly have for it. Unless they were a vampire, of course. Their breed was so rare and frightening that Nuala tried not to think too much about it; the reward had been too generous of an offer for her to turn it down anyways. She would get the job done and disappear, like she always did. When the lights finally went out, Nuala made her move. Swiftly, and with the shadows preserving her, the Voidling crept towards the building and climbed up to the windowsill; here, a slim crack had been left open and the woman slithered inside without making even the smallest of sounds. Once inside, it didn’t take very long for her to find what she was looking for – an ornate, corked vial filled with with a deep red liquid. It had been stored away in one of the cupboards inside the office and although the door to it was locked, picking said lock proved to be no problem for the skilled thief. Nuala was in and out of the building in less than ten minutes. With the potion carefully stored away into her bag, Nuala took the same way out she had taken in by skillfully somersaulting through the window and landing on both her feet – a Rogue’s grace. The client who had contacted her through a messenger requested to meet at an underground establishment, a casino of some sorts. It was a popular place for gamblers and dealers to gather and she had met up there with clients more than once. Nuala entered the place and was immediately caught by one of the staff members. “Table NR°21,” she requested, giving away the only information she had been left with. “This way, please,” the staff member responded and began to guide her through the masses, “she’s already expecting you.” |