No matter where one went there were places that one wouldn't want to go to. Mostly bars that have a bad reputation for "dealings". The inn, while clean and nice looking, was one of those places. The few people in the bar where not common criminals, they were the type that operated in secret, perfoming profound crimes that would have them executed if the law found out. As it turns out, the only way to be a barkeep for the inn was to actually be one of those types of criminals that dealt with information gathering. And many times, these barkeeps would also have jobs available to mercanaries and sellswords, typically these jobs were the type that only the lowest of the low would do. Something that would make even your typical hardened criminal not want to do. Just so happens that this particular barkeep had actually just recently given out a job that...well...no one would want to do unless they were pure evil. And the one that took the job? Some one that made your typical evil person look like an angel.
She entered the bar, and at once most of the guys immediately stared at her, not glaring, instead staring lustfully at her. She stood only five feet tall, and from how skiny she looked at most a mere 70lbs. Even though was lithe and petit as she was, her curves fit her well. Her blonde hair and bright blue eyes with that body of hers made most men fall head over heels at the mere sight of her. Especially considering she wore a rather revealing tight black dress. She hid nothing, and knew it. It was as if she was tempting the men on purpose.
She walked up to the bar and in a seductive way sat on a stool and motioned for the barkeep to come over. He nodded and walked over to her. The woman placed a small rather empty looking plain brown leather bag on the bar top in front of her. The barkeep opened it up and dumped a small silver ring into his palm. He glanced it over garefully as if looking for something. Nodding in satisfaction he reached in his pocket a took out a larger bag, obviously full of money or gems and handed over to her. "Always a pleasure doing business with you Minasa. Don't know how you do it, and truthly, I don't want to know how you do it. But you came through again. Unforntunately there are no new jobs available." The barkeep told her in a low tone, not a whisper but not loud either.
Minasa smiled at him, a very seductive smile, that if it weren't for the fact that the man was completely emotionless might have made him go wild with desire. "You know me, one rich dick and twenty guards? My kind of game of cat and mouse. To bad about the lack of jobs, but thats ok, Deandle and Uther got a big one with some very powerful people. Expect a war to come from that success." She said licking her lips, in a seductive matter, at this point it would be obvious to anyone that she did that on purpose when dealing with men. And all the time while talking on of the men in the room that had been watching had approached her from behind. He did nothing but wait.
Then she turned around and looked up at him. "Move it or die shrimp, I'm not interested in you." She said to the man. He stood a little over six feet tall and was uglier than sin. He was deffiently not someone that Minasa, with all her seductive training included, would want to be near. And yet he was next to her no more than one foot away from her. He reached down and picked her up and brought her face next to his, her face immediatly turned from seductive to cruel looking. "Ah, come on, just one kiss doll!" He said as he persed his lips and went in for a kiss.
"Sure thing corpse." She said coldly, and the next second they were interlocked in a deep kiss, she wrapped her hands behind his head, pinning his lips to her. Within seconds the man started struggling, pushing with all his might to get her away from him, but to no avail, he just wasn't strong enough to get her off him. Then suddenly she released him, and as he fell back a strange blue vapor could be seen being sucked into Minasa's mouth, it came from the man's own mouth, and soon none came from him. He landed with a loud thud on the floor, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, foam coming from his mouth, his chest not rising or falling. He was dead. The barkeep just shock his head. "Clean up!" He yelled into the back room. Minasa slowly floated to the floor and once landed started to fix herself, making sure she looked better than what she felt. "Worse breath than anyone elses so far." Minasa mumured with her sweet delicate seductive voice.