RP:Meeting at Midnight
High above an impregnated moon illuminates a single ship anchored by Cenril's docks. The rocky hills above help to cast shadow along the docks, however, concealing the scurry of activity as deck hands move to load and unload cargo. Eliah was off taking care of such matters while his second in command monitors the coastline and paths to the city. The "Raven" as she was known idly rests one hand upon the rapier at her hip, illusion hiding the numerous other blades sheathed to her body, boredom masked by indifference as the pirates she helps to oversee move to finish a run. This one would bring in a pretty penny, if they weren't caught. "Too much noise. Eliah needs to reprimand them once again. Its a surprise the Constables aren't here yet."
"Oh, I agree," came a cheerful voice from somewhere unseen, 'til the low-borne elf stepped from the shadow of the great anchored vessel. He was unarmored and bore a casual stance, knees bent slightly and shoulders allowed to slump in a relaxed pose, with a lazy smile splayed across the male's tanned face. “Charmed,” (name) greeted, neglecting to offer a name in favor of simply extending a hand from within the thick sleeve of his evidently expensive greatcoat, fingers placed together with the thumb extended in an invitation to shake. “You'll forgive my haste to finish with pleasantries, I'm sure,” the rogue elf continued, letting his hand fall by his side, “but I'm afraid my business here is anything but pleasant.”
With a derisive snort, Aiya's sharp jade gaze peruses his form from tip to toe before returning to his face. He appeared to be unarmed, but she knew better than others that no one could be taken at a glance. Gingerly she extends her own hand allowing fingertips to touch his flesh before retracting her appendage so that it falls lazily to her own side. Rubicund lips quirk upwards though the smile does not reach her gaze. With a subtle shift she widens her stance allowing for a better defense should the need arise though there did not seem any need to call for aid, not yet. She visibly winces as a box of some sort thuds to the dock causing more noise in the otherwise peaceful night. "Idiots." It was a soft whisper before her attentions return to the elf. "Your business then?"
“Well, I hate to be a bother...” Ralien began awkwardly, lifting a hand behind his head to uncomfortably run his fingers through the ponytail into which fair brown locks had been tied, “but, ah... Well, it's quite a delicate situation.” Oh, the weakness of men. Discretion was clearly a trait the handsome low-borne favored, yet he was very clear to make no attempt to conceal his wandering oceanic eyes, an obvious mental undress enacting as is probing gaze traveled slowly from the high-borne's head to toe, and perhaps even tarrying further on the way back to meet her eyes. A roguish grin curved his lips as a hand extended forward and opened, the gesture welcoming, pleasing for understanding. “It seems you're attempting to traffic through Cenril. That is, ah... Undesirable. Every coin you make is a coin I lose.” An eyebrow quirked upwards, hands falling to rest in the deep pockets of the male's greatcoat, “of course, I doubt you've a buyer for all this in bulk, and you'll probably have Hell trying to sell it all separately. If you'd be willing to enter an agreement, however... I can see all our purses satisfied.”
Thoughtfully, Aiya perks a brow as his eyes wander though she was not unused to the gesture due to her customary garb which covers her hips and bust, but little else."Well, it doesn't help to hurt the local business, that is for sure." She pauses knowing that she could not readily make any finite decision without the Carrion's say so. "I don't foresee there being any issue, however, you may need to take it up with the captain." With a quick glance behind her she ponders his words. "It is true, there is little use for the bulk of our wares, but what we gain from the ships at sea should not be simply tossed aside."
Ralien's grin softened a tad, evidently pleased at the potential for arrangement. “Of course,” the lowborne replied, his hand lifting from his coat to extend a small thing between two outstretched fingers, “the roads only yield so much. If you are selling, we shall buy.” The object may be noted a rectangular card, the insignia of a winged dagger visible on a white background, “show this to... Well, just about anyone on the street these days, and you'll be pointed in the right direction. Don't worry,” the rogue's eyes darkened as his grin spread wide again, “I'll make sure you're recognized at the door.” Assuming Aiya went to take the card the crime boss would be quick to flip his hand, fingers wrapping semi-securely around the illusionist's wrist, tight enough to feel a grip but not so much as to resist an attempt to pull away, the coated male bending swiftly to snag the opportunity to lay a soft kiss upon the back of her hand. “I have every hope you will visit,” Ralien added in a conclusive tone, and step-backwards edging the male closer to the great boat's shadow from which he had emerged, “I assure you will feel... Well cared for.”
With a soft chuckle, she she merely allows him the gesture though no color rises to stain sun-kissed flesh. It would take more than a soft kiss to get a rise out of her, but before he can fully vanish into the shadows from whence he'd come arrows sing through the air to land at their feet and all along the shore line. Shouts rise up as pirates hustle to clear their wares and lift anchor. Above them the constables shout for all to cease their actions and to halt, but none listen. Aiya's attention turns towards her crew, but she is cut off from the rest by a few of the Cenril guards who do not yet see her or her guest.