The Raven Club - Outer Alliria"SHIT!" Charity cursed loudly, slamming her fist down on the table as the dice rolled to a halt. Throwing back what was left of her drink she sighed. This wasn't good. Nearly out of money, and worse - out of booze, Charity sat back in her chair contemplating her next move.
Looking around the room, she mused to herself about how busy the club was today. It was the middle of the day and wouldn't normally get this busy until sometime in the evening. She glanced at the men who shared her table. They didn't seem like the sharpest swords in the armory and were more than content to while away their day with a pretty girl. Although truthfully, nobody in the place appeared too bright. Except for that tall dark haired man she knew to be the owner. He could be trouble if she wasn't careful.
Charity sighed again. She had to do something. The men were staring at her expectantly, almost hungrily as they eyed her up and down. Normally she might be tempted to sneak off with one of them, but taking a man to a private room and knocking him out to steal his valuables was pretty low on her list of priorities right now. By the way they looked, the men probably didn't have anything of value on them beside the money they had been betting with anyway. Besides, there were more pressing matters at hand. Namely reclaiming all of the money she had lost.
Closing her eyes, she focused and imagined a pair of doves sitting underneath a nearby table. Charity slowly breathed out as she opened her eyes. There they were - two white doves sitting lifelessly, motionless under the table. There was no time to hesitate, she could already feel the draw of the magic wearing her down. Suddenly the birds took off in two different directions, flying all around the room. Most of the other patrons jumped up and ran around avoiding the birds as others started trying to shoo the birds towards the door.
As soon as her tablemates were distracted, Charity quickly scooped up as many coins off the table as she could and stuffed them in her pockets. She wrapped her arms around the closest man's waist and peeked around his body fearfully, all the while directing the birds towards an open door. Flying out the door and high into the sky, the two doves faded out of existence. The panicked patrons looked around making sure the birds were really gone before slowly making their way back to their seats.
Exhausted, Charity slumped against the man attempting to catch her breath without drawing too much attention to herself. "A-Are they gone?" She looked up at the man innocently, trying her best to appear frightened. Uh-oh. She knew that look on his face. He thought she was a weak, vulnerable woman and he was going to try to take advantage of that. "If its not one thing, its another." Charity grumbled under her breath.
Hastily releasing the man she exclaimed "Hey! Where did all the money go?!" The men looked at each other in confusion. "I bet he took it!" she said pointing at random. "Hey... Yeah..." a small weaselly said slowly. "I thought I saw him cheating earlier, and now he's trying to steal our money! Let's get 'im!"
Charity rolled her eyes and sauntered towards the bar as the men began to brawl. She couldn't believe how stupid these men were. Well... honestly, she could. After spending years in her line of work, she had come across so many dumb ignorant, and gullible people that it ceased to surprise her. She would be more surprised if she crossed paths with someone who didn't fall for at least one of her tricks.
"Hey. You." Charity called to the man behind the bar. "Gimme a drink." she said tiredly, pulling a coin out of her pocket and tossing it onto the counter. As he delivered her drink, she reached into her shirt and pulled out a small white card with a blood red sigil stamped on one side and a brief encoded message on the other. "Some friends told me to meet them here. Ya seen 'em?"