Ask Dantooine Wicked Hearts

[Darth Draugr]

Dantooine, Sith Space, 2203 Hours

This planet has been nothing but a back and forth problem for Draugr and even Darth Raze for that matter but ultimately it was time the citizens living here learned that the Empire has claim to this land whether they like it or not. The word around was that the people of the planet had been coming together and looking to give away the planet to a killik representative. The bugs had politicians now.. evolution at it's finest and fastest.

Arriving with Llolith as his escort to handle the situation here at the ball, courtesy of Sol Kenuk, would be none other than Draugr himself. The Zabraki Sith Master was clad in one of his finer suits and ready to crash this party. Luckily he had just the thing to do so, courtesy of the Imperial Research team. There were history records of a certain poison made that, upon entry into the bloodstream, can turn the victim's blood into acid. Thus, would kill the victim in an extremely painful death. The poison had been tested and confirmed to have been working on killiks in the past on Alderaan.

The poison was known as Blood Boiler. It had been stowed away from common knowledge of the galaxy for obvious reasons. Now that the killiks pose a threat and can join others into the hive mind and possibly wipe out an entire people.. it was finally time to bring it into the light of the galaxy once more.

"Llolith, I managed to get a few hidden agents into the ball. They've been given the challenge word desert. Once it is brought up casually we'll receive the vile of Blood Boiler to put into the drinks. I'm telling you this in the case we get seperated."

The Master would finally have made it to the entrance where he would provide his invitation and his name. The guard hadn't even looked at his clipboard as the Master gave him the invitation, he just gave a surprised and even slightly fearful look. Draugr didn't pay attention, instead he dropped the ticket and entered the building with Llolith behind him. He hadn't known much about her other than she has more eyes than a bane back spider. Hopefully she knew her way around a conversation. There may be a lot of it until all of the vials can be grabbed and placed in the drinks for the the patrons here to sip on.

"I trust you know your way around a party?"

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[Llolith Uttu]

Llolith had never been to a party this grandiose. The ceilings soared far above her, the floors were made up of brilliantly shined marble that made the clicking of her heels ever more prominent, and those in attendance wore their finest attire and their most expensive jewelry. Extroverted as she was, the acolyte couldn't help but feel extremely out of place. Her dress, which was made up of layers of black and scarlet-red tulle, and her pearl necklace were borrowed from one of her more stylish friends at school, and though they were fitting to the event, the acolyte was far from best dressed. Some of the women here, she noted, were wearing dresses with layers upon layers upon layers of fabric.

Her eyes were drawn away from surveying the party and sideways toward Master Draugr when the zabrak spoke. "Dessert?" That would be an easy word to slip into any conversation. She nodded to acknowledge what the Sith master had said.

"I've got two legs and many eyes," she answered in respond to his last question. Though she'd never been to a party like this before, she was confident it wouldn't be hypertravel science to figure out. After all, if she'd learned one thing from her years spent in this hyperconnected galaxy, it was that most people were entirely predictable. Smile to seem friendly, stay quiet to get more information, and flutter her eyelashes if the conversation partner seemed into her at all. Though she supposed they were here to end lives, not learn about them. "Don't worry about me," she added shortly after.

Once they were in, Llolith immediately began looking for a source of the drinks. Her first thought was that it might be difficult for them, to slip Blood Boiler into each and every glass, so finding the source - whether that be a bottle or a bowl - would be much more simple. But, first, they had to mingle, she supposed.

"Care to dance?" she asked, reaching out a hand to the much taller Sith man as she did so. They would seem less suspicious if they were dancing, and it would also give the girl the chance to try and eavesdrop on as many conversations as she could.

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[Darth Draugr]

As the pair had entered the dance floor it was clever that she thought to dance immediately while they looked around for their targets. The Sith Master only smirked at the smart idea and held out his hand for her to take. Some individuals would have found the vast amount of eyes she had as scary or unnatural, but Draugr had grown up around bane back spiders and other large scary arachnids. She seemed as normal to him as ever. In fact, she had a more intriguing glow about her. Hopefully she was as useful as the Master initially thought.

"A dance would be just fine."

As he walked her onto the dance floor it had seemed there were a good few spots to put a vial in. Trying to pinpoint them as the dancing would keep the two in motion and turning slowly, it was a little tasking but keeping a natural look while doing it was somewhat simple. Talking lowly to where only she could hear he'd mark out two positions he found.

"I've got a punch bowl first floor by the stage to the left... and possibly a fountain on the second floor. That one would be a little tasking. Have you anything?"

Keeping his rhythm to the beat the two swayed side to side as they made a slow turn with the dancefloor to a somewhat slow song. As they danced he also noticed the people of Dantooine had been taking notice to his presence. He was well known here for his assault he lead. A common thing he was known for across the galaxy. It shouldn't hinder the mission, only his part in it. He may need to rely on Llolith to complete the mission if he's caught up in politics with the leaders present.

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[Llolith Uttu]

Llolith smiled when Draugr accepted her dance proposal, and she let him lead her by hand to the dance floor. The height difference between the two of them took some adjusting to - especially considering Llolith had never actually been to any sort of formal dance like this before - but responding to his lead made things a little easier. Once they got into the rhythm of things, it was really just a pattern of turns, twists, pulls, and pushes. "This isn't so hard," she decided. The acolyte still felt a little nervous being so close to a Sith Master though. She wanted to make a good impression, which made it critical that she avoided any royal shitshows during the mission.

Her nine eyes jumped over to the punch bowl Draugr noted, and she made a mental note about the second-floor fountain that she couldn't actually see herself. She nodded but hesitated when he asked her if she'd spotted anything. Llolith had been busy making sure she got the hang of the dancing that she hadn't really had the chance to zero in on any opportunities.

Thankfully, luck was on her side, and she was quickly able to spot something. Someone hadn't perfected their subtle exchange of goods.

"That waiter over there, by the drink table?" She tilted her head ever so slightly in the direction as they turned, and Draugr would soon be able to spot the young Nautolan woman standing where she'd indicated. "I've seen her hand something off to party-goers two or three times now. If she's passing along illegal drugs, we might be able to blackmail or bribe her into helping us."

A distraction. An agent. She could be either if they played their cards right.

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[Darth Draugr]

Draugr had been so focused on the mission, he didn't realize Llolith was worried about other things. She had her focus on the dancing, and trying to impress the Master. It was interesting to see, as he was once trying to impress the higher ranking Sith exactly as she is now. For that sole fact, he knew he couldn't fault her. Especially not in front of so many patrons who may or may not be killik joiners.

He was going to give her some words of encouragement, but she had insisted on the Nautolan waitress to the side of the dancefloor. She had a keen eye.. or nine. A good catch from the Acolyte, and something to be proud of as Draugr hadn't noticed it just yet.

"What about her?"

When the thought of illegal drugs came up, Draugr became slightly less interested. Even in the Empire drugs were common thing. Just look at Altair's druggy past. Wildfire, spice, and force knows what else. The same cold be said for every Acolyte who associates themselves with him. A commendable batch of warriors but holy hell do they have a problem. Luckily that wasn't all that came from Llolith. She also came up with the idea to blackmail them into helping. It could work and be beneficial. Though Draugr wouldn't allow the details of such a delicate mission to go into the wrong hands.

"Remember we have no idea who all is joined here.. we cannot give away such valuable and mission essential details. Our agents are around. We will need to find them.. they are the only ones we can trust. For now that is."

He understood she had a wonderful idea in most missions.. but this wasn't most missions. This was to rid of killik influence on Dantooine. After being close up to a killik general.. Draugr had no interest in letting a planet become overrun like that again. He would also not let Llolith come away from this mission without learning. So he would look to her and simply say with a politeness,

"Keep looking and let me know what else you see.."

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[Llolith Uttu]

Llolith bit her tongue, wanting to talk back to explain her idea. She wasn't suggesting they give away mission details, just that they blackmail the girl into helping. The employee wouldn't have to know anything but she'd be in big trouble if she didn't comply. It was one of the strategies she'd read about in her espionage course back at the academy. But the Sith were a lot different than her village back home. They put so much emphasis on rank here and Llolith wasn't sure if she was even allowed to question him at all.

"Right..." Whatever. What else could she see? Draugr had only named objects in his search, not people, so the acolyte assumed that was what he wanted to hear from her. They danced a little longer while she searched the room, and the girl did her best to stay in stride with the much, much larger man. Eventually though, while they were making a rather slow turn, she spotted a rather large and ornate fondue fountain. Llolith didn't actually know what it was, but she pointed it out to the Sith master regardless. "There, that looks promising."

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[Darth Draugr]

Having been told by Draugr that her plan might have slight faults, she seemed reluctant to accept his order. Perhaps even slightly annoyed. Had this not been such an important mission, Draugr might have questioned her.. but it was not the place for that. Besides she's an Acolyte. Here lately all the Acolytes have been acting like they're better than they really are. Nevertheless though, Draugr would shrug it off. If she truly wished to question his authority she could always just do so. But she bit her tongue, perhaps out of fear or the lack of care in the mission. One would hope it isn't the latter.

Luckily she obeyed him enough to spot another fountain, but this time it looked like one of the fondue fountains that he has seen at the Sith Balls and other formals. A good catch by her end. She would be rewarded with a,

"Good spot."

Then Draugr would end their dancing as the music stopped to transition into another song. The Zabrak fixed his tie as he would lowly speak,

"We should split and find our agents. Remember the code word, Desert. Like the ones on Tatooine. There are only a few here somewhere hidden by their masks along with the rest of the staff."

Taking a glass off of a serving tray as a waiter walked by, he'd enjoy a good drink before he poisoned them all. It'd be a shame to waste the drinks so quickly. He would also part ways, for the time being, with Llolith. She must develop her own skills here. Become good with improvisation and to be witty enough to get the Job done on her own. Draugr had his time as the Learner and here he was doing his part in teaching. If he were to find an agent he would continue the mission, but for now he would watch from a distance and also commune with the patrons who come to pay their respects.

"Master Draugr, a delight-"

Oh boy..

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[Llolith Uttu]

Go off on her own? Okay. The acolyte split up from the Sith master and began to weave her way in and out of the crowd toward the sideline. A hand caught her shoulder, stopping her, and she turned around to see who had touched her. It was a chagrian man in his late 20s, maybe early 30s, about 5'9", and dressed in a nice, dark navy suit.

"You have quite the striking set of eyes," the alien complimented her. "Care for a dance?"

Llolith didn't exactly want to dance with the man - there was a mission underway after all - but she would be rude to ignore him and it didn't make sense for her to decline. After all, she'd paused for one too many seconds now, and it would just be suspicious if she said no.

"Why not?" she smiled, taking the man's outstretched hand as she did. He pulled her further onto the dancefloor and the two of them began to sway around and around with a respectful distance in between them. "I suppose I could make use of this, at least." The man was obviously not an Imperial agent, but that didn't mean he wouldn't have any information to give her.

"So, what brings you here in particular?" she hummed in between turns, looking up at the alien with all nine of her golden eyes. She hoped to get some insider knowledge from him; perhaps he knew the right people, and could be persuaded to spill the beans.

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[Darth Draugr]

As the Sith Master had made his way around the dancefloor, greeting individuals left and right, almost as a celebrity would, he finally made it to one of the fountains with the drinks. The attendant there didn't look familiar but it was worth trying to see if they were an agent. As the Zabrak approached, the individual greeted him,

"Good Evening Master Draugr. Can I get you something to drink?"

"Yes, my throat is drier than a desert on Tatooine."

Draugr had given the code word, and he was hoping the code word worked. The attendant nodded and then pulled out a cup and pour the blue wine into the cup and then handed it over to the Sith Master and smiled. The look on his face didn't show any sign of it being the poison he was looking for. When Draugr took the drink, he nodded to the man knowing he didn't find an agent. He would take some steps away and then reach out through the comm links in the ears of both Draugr and Llolith.

"No luck on the agents yet. But I do have a lovely wine. How about on your end?"

Draugr began making his way to the staircase. If she was down on the first floor, then he could split and check out what's going on with the second floor. The building became more and more full. This mission would be come harder and harder to properly execute if they were to not be able to get to the vials of poison soon.

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[Imani Din]

"I thought I saw a familiar face."

A voice - a familiar one, maybe - would appear behind Draugr just as he climbed the flight of stairs to the second level. If he turned, he would see Imani stepping up behind him, dressed in a sexy blue velvet dress. If he didn't, she would trace her fingers along the back of his suit as she maneuvered around and in front of him.

"Long time no see, Master Draugr," she added, looking up from under her lashes with a warm, almost flirty smile. She reached up and tucked a piece of hair back with a manicured nail, revealing a skin-colored, gray comm piece in her own ear. In a lowered voice, she added, "I'm here to replace the girl. Apparently, she's needed elsewhere."

"One of your friends is over by the third column past the stairs. I just finished chatting with him about how poor of a vacation venue the Tatooine deserts would be."

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[Darth Draugr]

While he had been conducting business, he didn't get a response from Llolith. Hopefully she hadn't been caught, that'd be loss of valuable information if it entered the hive mind. Not to mention a waste of an Acolyte. He began looking around to make sure she was here but negative sightings again and again. When he had decided to continue mission and worry about the situation at a later time, a familiar voice spoke up.

"Imani?" he sputtered out under his breath in a slight bit of surprise and confusion. He hadn't expected her to be here. Though he was not going to deny the help, especially after Llolith disappearing. The Tiefling had been wearing quite the dress, fit to her curves and a beautiful shade of blue. As she came to speak with him, she mentioned where Llolith had been, which took care of a bad situation. Then she mentioned one of the agents' location. "Good evening, Imani. You look great by the way." I mean.. he wasn't lying, "One of my friends you say? Does that mean he gave you the welcome gift?"

Of course he was talking about the Blood Boiler, but no one else had known what it was or meant. The Zabrak thinking to himself that he had to get this stuff put in the drinks so he can get a dance in with the Tiefling woman. He didn't care too much for many people, but she had a certain something about her.. he hadn't the slightest clue what it was though. He would need to see for himself. Draugr looked around for the possibility of another Agent somewhere. Hopefully they could get at least a couple of the vials from them.

"How have you been?"

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[Imani Din]

She couldn't help but let her lips curl up into a smirk when the Zabrak called out her name in a brief moment of surprise. Of course, she wouldn't blame him. He didn't know she was coming, and since the two had no means of communication other than the dreadful Imperial comm system... she hadn't told him. It was probably for the best that she hadn't though. This way, his genuine reaction would hopefully just make her seem like an old friend - or something of the like - that he'd just bumped into at a party like this.

"In the flesh," she hummed back. "You as well." She let her eyes casually check the man out as she spoke. "Gray suits you."

"And yes, he did. I look forward to trying it out," she answered with a sly smile. "Though he didn't say whether any of your other old friends were here or not. So we'll have to keep an eye out." She wasn't sure where the other agents of the party were. She'd found the other one almost by accident. He just had a look about him that tipped her off.

"But I've been good, though busy. And you? Still striking fear into the hearts of the Jedi?" She looked up at him through her lashes as she spoke, then slid her arm in with his and locked them together as she moved forward to gently pull him along. "Let's walk and talk. See if we can't find any of your friends, hm?"

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[Darth Draugr]

When she mentioned his suit he felt a little curve hit the corner of his lips. He didn't choose to do that, it had just come naturally. An actual compliment. No 'you did great' or 'you're a formidable warrior' she gave an actual compliment. Something he hadn't received from much of anyone, let alone the fellow Sith. Keeping it to himself, it would stick with and he'll remember she liked his suit. "Well thank you, I have been taking lessons in fashion." It was more than likely not hidden he had a fashion problem when he had first started off in the Sith.

Imani then continued on about the old friends Draugr has and that she had the gift. There couldn't be a more pleasing thing to hear than that to be honest. The Sith Master gave a nod of approval as he was ready to begin finding the rest of them and poisoning the party members here. The mission continued and they were getting close.

"Of course, I do believe up here we can find one of the others." He would answer as they kept walking up the stairs and onto the second floor. Then the Zabrak would answer her questions as well, "I suppose I have struck fear into some of them yes. These Jedi seem to be doing our job against them for us. Makes our lives easier. Plus, they can't hold a candle to the PR we have." Draugr chuckled at the thought of how bad the Jedi were at being jedi. It was quite the sight to just watch them start their own fires, and then add gasoline to it. If he had cared about any of them he'd have pity on them but they had done it to themselves. Give the Sith time to work against the Killiks without problems.

Draugr looked over and spotted a man handing out drinks and small refreshments. Looked like a good place to start and could possibly be one of the hidden agents of the Sith. "Would you fancy a drink?" it was a bit of a double entendre. He had wanted to give her the position of a possible agent while also actually wanting to know if she wanted to share a drink with him.

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[Imani Din]

Imani chuckled at the idea of fashion lessons, finding the thought of it amusing. It wasn't an untold story, the one about Draugr's brown loafers and Darth Raze, and to think it'd prompted him to take fashion lessons just tickled her. "They seem to be paying off," she noted, teasing him just the slightest underneath her compliment.

They continued up the stairs with their arms linked and accompanied by the short, staccato clicks of Imani's heels against the marble floor. Perhaps they were old friends, or perhaps they were partners looking for snacks and refreshments after a nice dance. Either way, Imani certainly had no qualms about the eyes that glanced their way to witness a Tiefling and Zabrak arm in arm.

"What a combination." Half the galaxy scorned Devaronians and their Tiefling off-shoots for their "devil-like" horns and tails, and the Nightbrother Zabraks of Dathomir were distinctly recognized and feared for their vibrant skin, dark tattoos, and ruthless culture. Yet not a soul here would dare lash their tongue out at either Draugr or herself.

"I sure would," she answered, her Bandomeerian twang slipping out a tad. They reached the table, and Imani plucked two drinks up from the table. She handed one to Draugr, playfully tapped her glass against his - clink! - then took a sip and turned her attention back to the man manning the table.

"Time passin' quick enough for you?" she asked the man with a smile while she sized him up. He definitely seemed like he could be an Imperial agent; he seemed athletic in the same way most Imperial agents were, and his short, stylishly ruffled hair was a comb and some gel away from the standard.

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[Darth Draugr]

Draugr would hold her arm with his as he walked over towards then drink stand. When she gave a bit of a southern belle twangy answer, Draugr smiled and then said, "Well then, let's get you that drink." Making his was over, arms interlocked, he took note of the features of the individual. He was definitely imperial standard with a slight change here and there. This was looking promising. The horned pair arrived, and Imani began to give a slight question to the man behind the counter.

"Yes ma'am I would say so. Care for a drink?" He gave her a slight head tilt, and then his index finger tapped in a rhythm similar to morse code. Used in Sith stealth missions to identify the identities of each other. A little trick Draugr picked up from working with the inquisitors. The Zabrak would then clear his throat and give a bit of uncomfortable facial expression. "Ah, I'm parched. Throat is drier than a desert. Might I take that drink as well?" The imperial agent nodded and handed over two glasses and when the two Sith would take them, he would lay a vial on the table wrapped in a handkerchief. "There ya go. Hope you enjoy you two." He gave a slink wink at the two and the back to work.

Draugr grabbed the handkerchief with the vial, placed the vial in his suit pocket and then held the handkerchief. "Two down. There should be at least one other. Though if you want to we can begin spiking the drinks?" He had a sly smirk at the thought of watching all the partygoers begin melting from the inside out. It was going to be such a fun sight. The Zabrak had his eyes on Imani waiting for an answer. Though even if she had already answered, he has had a hard time looking away. Perhaps it was the horns. Maybe that's what it was, or maybe just that southern charm. She got whatever it is.

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[Imani Din]

As much as she'd love to begin the purge, the Tiefling figured it would be wiser to wait. "We could... but it might be better to get the final vial first," she answered under her breath, turning her cheek to the party so Draugr would be the only one to hear her hushed words. "If some drink before others, the commotion might shy the others away from drinking as well."

Turning her head and tilting her chin up, Imani looked back up at Draugr and asked, "What do you think?" Maybe he had a different perspective - other than seeing the world from a bit higher up - and had something more to comment. Or maybe her suggestion would agree with him, and they could go off to find the third agent.

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[Darth Draugr]

The Zabrak nodded at what the Tiefling added in, and began looking around for the next possible vial. She began asking what he thought about what she was thinking. To be honest Draugr at this point just began looking for the next vial. "Yes sounds like a plan. I assume they should be here somewhere.. but where." As he scanned the room he received a message on his data watch and checked it. 'Your fantasy huttball team won this week against UssySlayer420.' A bit of a smirk came across his face and he began focusing back on the mission.

"Maybe we should try the bar in the back corner. Could be the bartender there." He would give a point with his head through a nod. After he would slip his hand over hers and begin what would look like an escort to the bar. He held a respectful spacing but he had been wanting to do it at the same time. Though for now he would only allow for this far to be reached. There was a mission to be done.

"Sir, could you make the lady a drink? She's parched.." The Dathomiri had left her the opportunity to give the code word and get the last vial. Then it was time to begin poisoning the water hole to take out as many of these guilty party goers as they can.

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[Imani Din]

"...as a Tatooine desert," Imani finished with a dramatic expression as she approached the bar just behind Draugr. She stood hand-in-hand with the Zabraki man—fingers intertwined—and looked expectantly at the bartender in front of them, waiting for any indication that he was their last undercover agent. The tiefling woman did her best not to be distracted by the warmth of the Zabrak's hand, and focused deliberately on the man behind the bar.

"Of course." The man poured Imani out a drink. "Here you are, ma'am. You two enjoy the rest of your night." He didn't add anything further, and instead went back to polishing one of the glasses. With no other indication that he was an agent, Imani turned to walk around, pulling Draugr along with her. Just as she was about to suggest looking elsewhere for an agent, the bartender piped up again. "Ma'am? I think you dropped something."

"Oh, I don't-" Imani turned around to see what he meant, knowing she didn't have much of anything on her to drop. Then her blue eyes fell down to the ground where he pointed, and she spotted a small vial rolling out from underneath the bar. "Oh! Thank you so much," she corrected herself, allowing herself to pull her lips into a knowing smile as she carefully crouched down to pluck up the vial. It was twirled around in her fingers and then promptly hidden in the pocket of her dress along with the other.

"Well well well," she chuckled under her breath as she looked back up and over at Draugr. "Looks like we can get a move on with things now, mm?"

Now, she wondered, where did they start?

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[Darth Draugr]

He stood by as she would get the vial. Watching the room, looking to to find the first places to strike. The biggest spots to hit would be where the Agents weren't at. They likely would have more to poison the drinking stands they were at. The places most likely to work would be the punch bowls and the fountains. The liquid chocolate fountain a valuable target as well.

As he finished his surveying he refocused on his accomplice. She had the final one they needed. Now it was time to strike. "Yes it looks like it doesn't it?" He smirked at her as she had looked up to him. "The chocolate fountain looks remarkably delicious, as well that punch bowl on the other side of the room." He would give a slight pull on her hand as they're helds were clasped together and he gave a slight wink.

"Let's go get a taste while we can." The Zabrak began walking towards the chocolate fountain and held one of the vials in his hand. The crowd unknowingly dancing and enjoying their time here before they would inevitably meet their end after a few minutes. Once he arrived he looked back to his date. A curved smile appeared as he grabbed a strawberry and covered it in chocolate took a bite. The sweet and savory flavor hit his tongue as he chewed and then swallowed it down. "A shame we have to hit this one."

He would let her grab something to dip real quick before popping the cap on the vial and then quickly pouring the Blood Boiler into the chocolate. The vial would then be placed back into his pocket and he looked around to be sure no one had noticed. It seemed he was good, so he would then ask in quiet tone "So, if you would like to hit the next stand, I'll find another and then we should prepare to begin the fight. The ones who don't boil will need to be removed."

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[Imani Din]

Imani plucked up a strawberry between her thumb and index fingers, pushed it under the waterfall of chocolate, then sank her teeth into the red flesh. The sweet, slightly sour flavor of the strawberry mixed with the smooth, slightly bitter flavor of the chocolate would never get old for her. Whenever she attended an event that had a chocolate fountain like this, she always eventually made her way over.

"Mmm, I love strawberries." It was a bit of a shame, like Draugr said, that they would have to abandon this little sweets station for now. Oh well. She grabbed another one real quick before he poured the poison in, and made brief eye contact with the man as she slowly popped it into her mouth. Her lips tugged into a flirtatious smile as she turned away, leaving him to pour in the poison while she wandered off toward the punchbowl.

The tiefling slipped the vial of poison out from her pocket and untwirled the lid with subtle usage of the Force. She kept it tucked under her wrist as she approached, then casually tipped it into the bowl as she picked up the ladle and pretended to inspect the liquid. Once the contents were emptied, she twirled away from the table and quickly made her way downstairs, eyes trained on the largest source of drinks below.

It wasn't hard to sneak the poison in, and as soon as she did, Imani made her way toward the edges of the room and pressed a finger against the comm piece in her ear. "All good," she said to Draugr over the link, then dropped her hand and began to look around for something she could use as a weapon.

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