Of Gypsies and Assassins [Minau]

[Tahir Yünan]

The sun was setting upon the grand city of Constantinople. This was the time when thieves roamed the streets, and Assassins set their sights on Templar hideouts. For Tahir, it was the time when he was just rolling out of bed. The Shadow, as his brethren had called him jokingly, only arose at night. He was part of the dark, and it had made a place in his heart, as well.

On this night, Tahir had wanted to begin experimentation with poisons. This was something he had yet to experience, and tonight was as good as any to start. He had heard of a small rumor of a Romani who created some of the strongest poisons the city of Ístanbul. This had certainly perked the interest of the Assassin, who would use any chance to increase his deadliness. However, he was wary--wary of the trickery of the Gypsies and the like. He had been advised to keep his senses alert, and keep his money pouch close.

His pace slowed as he reached the caravan of the rumored Romani. He eyed it contemplatively, examining the bright colors which had turned an orange-ish red with the setting sun. He pulled his hood down, revealing a stern face. He laid a hand on the door knob to the entrance, almost reluctant. Then, after a few moments, Tahir opened the door and slipped inside. 

((Can I just say? FIRST TO MAKE A BYZANTINE THREAD))

[Minau Eilis]

The sun was in that very annoying spot where the orange rays would slip through the cracks in her curtains and stab Minau in the eyes.
Letting out a groan, she yanked them closer together, various beads and trinkets clinking together from the elaborate decoration.
She had slept most of the afternoon, partly out of boredom and partly out of the anticipation of what would happen after the sun finally hid its self from the world.

With a cup of tea in hand in a wide yawn in mouth, she sat down in the little table- facing the door which was barely visible due to the heavy curtain that cut the Caravan in two. One side held her..."Business", while the other held her actual home.
It could be very aggravating, due to the fact that most people who walk in are curious as to what hides on the other side of the heavy violet curtain.



Without warning, the door swung open, and the hot liquid sloshed over her mouth in surprise- causing a very watery eyed Minau.
Quickly putting her tea down and wiping her mouth, she watched the man enter and prepared herself for the fake Gypsy she was to become in just seconds.

Taking a deep breath, she slid herself through the curtain, moving her body rather than the cloth its self to keep the house part hidden, her eyes never leaving him.
She stayed silent and held herself high- walking with fluid movements until sitting down in the table sat right in the middle of the room.
A large
fake
white ball set directly in front of her.
She tapped her ridiculously long nails across the smooth milky surface, tearing her gaze away from him to look down, still not saying a word.
It was really stupid in all honesty, the whole 'mysteriously silent' approach that worked with so many others who walked in.  But it worked.
And what worked brought money.

[Tahir Yünan]

Tahir advanced a few steps forward as she entered, though refused to sit at the table even as she did. For a short moment, he fixated on her nails--how long they were. He shook those thoughts away. "I'm not interested in your fortunes; I want your poisons," he said in a business-like sense. And it was almost like a business--it was a shadier type of business, one involved with the murder of men. The irony of the thought was oddly pleasing to the dark-clothed Assassin, but it never showed on his face. He crossed his arms as he waited for her response.

[Minau Eilis]

Well he was rather straight to the point. Almost to where it aggravated her.
All he wanted was poisons.
Poisons for the intention of death.

She had many of these customers come through, eventually spreading rumors that she had the 'best' kind of poisons...
Of course she knew how to make the lethal ones, the sneaky ones, and the temporary ones. But to give them away to strangers like these? To give such a deadly weapon into hands who want to use it for their own personal advantage?
No.
She may be a lying, scheming, sinful gypsy- but she definitely didn't want someones blood on her hands.
She sat back in her seat, trailing her fingers across the fabric until her hands finally found their way to her lap, still not saying a word for a good time.
"So you want poisons hm?" She finally said, breaking her unnatural silence.
"How much" She paused and stood up, turning her back to him and pretending to fool with something on a small stand on the side of the wall.
"Are you willing to pay?"

[Tahir Yünan]

Tahir kept his arms crossed during the entire course of the silence, never once taking his eyes off of the woman. He wasn't an incredibly impatient man, but he desperately wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible. When the question was brought up, a hand went towards his belt, where a small pouch of money has held. Tossing it on the table where her crystal ball lay, it made a sharp clink!

"That should be sufficient, no?" he said as if he was certain in himself. That pouch held all of his coin he had gained from completing his last contract: an eavesdropping of a conversation between the captain of the guard and the overseer of defenses. He had been rewarded quite handsomely for the information he was able to deliver to the Assassins. His arms crossed yet again in expectation.

[Minau Eilis]

With her back still turned, her lips pressed together in a tight white line.  What she wanted to do was turn around and throw the money at his face, scream at how a mans life was worth more than just a sack of coins.
Yet with a deep inhale a slow exhale, she turned around with a small bottle filled with clear liquid attached to a long thread that could be used to hang around someones neck.
Moving slowly to the table she picked up the pouch and tested the weight, her heavy make up blocking the inner anger that boiled in her stomach.
"Once you take this potion do not come back here and don't mention where you got it."  She held out the 'poison' by its bottle, offering him the threaded part.
"The poison will finish your work by the end of the day.  Now be gone."
Of course all it would do would give the man a poor stomach and leave him sick for three days, and unless this assassin went back to see if the man was dead she had no use in worrying it any longer.

[Tahir Yünan]

Tahir could feel himself growing slightly impatient the longer the woman took. Still, though, the emotion didn't show on his face. She seemed almost... Hesitant, however. Being the type of introvert he was, he had learned to read people's faces from outside of conversations--to see how they reacted with one another. And he had the eeriest sense that she seemed... Uncomfortable.

Eyeing the liquid almost suspiciously for a moment, he eventually took it from her, letting it hang from his neck. He didn't respond to what she told him. He turned to her, and made out the door without making a single gesture or word. But he knew he would find her again if he had been cheated somehow. You'd better hope that this works, he thought bitterly, as if she could read his mind. Otherwise, you won't be able to deceive people when your tongue is cut out.