Sybil smiled as Xanadu had thought of her sensibilities. She took the offered ginger ale and the bass blockers. The other elf was a true friend.
"Thanks. I shouldn't have expected the place to be loud and brought my own. But than again, I don't club on a regular basis."
The crowd was packing in tight, and the runner wondered how their contact was going to find them.
"As for people of interest, I thought I spotted a trio of others that seemed out of place. But hard to saw. The dwarf seemed to be the type, but his companions I didn't get a good look at."
Sybil looked around to see if that trio had made it through the MAD scanner. But it was hard the place getting crowded with every passing minute. The platinum haired elf turned around and glanced at the bouncer controlling access to the boths. Then she begin to wonder...
"Think our contact reserved a both?" she asked the other elf, gesturing to some of the boths along the dance floor.
Before wanting for answer, Sybil shrugged her shoulders. "I'm going to ask. Worse they can say is no."
Beelining for the bouncer controlling the access to the booths, Sybil left Xanadu to follow if he choose. Approaching, she wondered if her appearance would work against her. Oh well, she was not the fashionable one.
"Say. Is there a booth for MacCallister?" She asked the bouncer.
- Sybil |
Strength d20, Agility d12, Perception d10, Wisdom, Magic d10, Luck d12
Armor d8 with FFBA, Currently d10 for half suit
Current weapon - none on person, sword is in scooter