How to Steal a Million || Sarobin
Rob had a name scribbled on a piece of paper. He’d purchased a small little locator spell from the one sorcerer bloke on Main Street with the blond hair and peculiar fashion sense and ‘slong as he held the paper, he’d find the person he needed to.
(“Provided they’re already out and about and you’re in the same vicinity as them -- so if the two of you were in the same area on Main Street. And provided they haven’t cast other spells to prevent this -- you should be good, I think. It only lasts half-an-hour from the time you look at it. No refunds.”)
But yeah, Desoto’d mentioned this person, Sarina, and Rob’d already sent her a sorta message about meetin’ through someone who passed a note along to someone else, telling her to meet for a drink in the Deer. Rob dinnit want to accidentally approach the wrong person, hence the note.
At the counter, he eyed a couple of folks who walked in, till a woman with pale blonde hair sauntered through the doors and the paper leapt from Rob’s hands to the wood of the bartop and folded itself into a little paper arrow, spinning towards this woman -- Sarina.
He glanced at her, giving a little nod.
“Evenin’,” he said cheerily, as she came over. “I take it you’re here because of that mutual friend of ours?”
@accendimi
