Jysan Ryderan, Faerie
Shadow Guild
Savire, Dyrin
Affected RPers: @Morzone

Shadowblot Poison was created with some pretty powerful Shadow Magic, but Captain Blackwood and his friends could use it while not having a clue as to what the stuff was actually made of. In fact, it was probably better that they didn't. That one bottle would give him plenty to work with to do what he needed to do per our lovely arrangement, but it also made sure he and his friends didn't make more of the stuff without me knowing about it.

It also made him think twice before assuming all faeries were just harmless, miniature bug people.

After leaving the tavern, I decided my work here was done. Savire would be fine with some well-equipped assassins, and if not, I had so many possible backup plans for these people in case things didn't work the first time. This town was so beautifully politically incorrect, which allowed the options to be open. In fact, it was moments like these that I really enjoyed being creative. Now if Savire was one of those righteous, holier-than-thou kinds of places, this would have been a much more complicated ordeal.

I had taken a moment to survey Savire from the tavern rooftop when I noticed a seagull with unusually green eyes. Very interesting. To everyone else around here, that wouldn't mean anything, even if they got up close enough to notice it in the first place. But to me, that was an indication of something completely different. I wasn't quite sure exactly who they were, but I knew enough to be confident that was no ordinary seagull.

"And good day to you," I smiled to the seagull, knowing whoever this was would get the sign I discovered they were a fellow mage. "What brings you to this lovely little town, my friend?"