The hooded man's contact took a bag of gil that had been placed on the table and left the satchel in place, quickly moving out of the tavern. Slipping the vials inside his robe, the hooded man carefully placed the satchel over his shoulder and stood to leave, scanning the room one last time as he left. His gaze lingered momentarily on the red-headed Elezen by the card table. He was certain the man matched a description he had heard some time ago and it vexed him that he was unable to place it. Ensuring his hood was firmly in place, he turned and pushed the door open to leave. There was no time to dwell on odd feelings, much work needed to be done.
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