Smuggler's Rum [Private w/ Victor Valbrand]

[Vlithra Qing Long]

Midnight fell over the streetlamp lit streets of Vale‘s downtown district an area where it mattered little what you were looking for. Be it restaurant, bars or even dance clubs, you looked long enough you would find an establishment that suited your tastes.
People were often times a different story, a fact a certain tigress was none too happy about as she prowled the dimly lit walkways of the district. Yet again, her contact with the Seiryú didn‘t show themselves at the usual club. This was the third time in a row since they first disappeared. They must have been compromised, there is no other explanation for this.

Hands in the pockets of her pants, Vlithra grunted as she lazily kicked a can down the road, approaching a corner into an alley. She wore her usual swagger, suit pants, boots , shirt, vest and lastly her jacket, hanging from her shoulders as it ususally did, it‘s red-brown dust-infused fur coat glowing softly as it radiated heat. Her weapons, hanging from her hip, clattered softly against each other with each step she took. A harrowing warning for anyone dumb enough to approach her at the moment.
And yet, for how intimidating she looked, she seemed in an even less friendly mood than her normally stern gaze would have people believe. She looked bothered, downright aggravated even, as if someone bumping into her would cause her to turn and beat someone on the spot. Truth was, she had little intention to do so, she was instead worried something might have happened.

If anything she just wanted some time to think, since people would actively avoid her when she was like this. A very useful trait, especially in crowded areas and even more useful when you just wanted to be left alone, for the moment.