Street Rat looking for a hit

"You look as though you want something." The voice comes from just above Dart's head and behind her, there was a wall that acted as a buttress for a ramp and sitting upon it was a young man. Had he been there when she'd just walked by a moment ago? It was hard to say it was dark out but surely she would have noticed someone sitting balanced on that incline.

He was fairly unremarkable. Wearing a leather hunting vest over a plain white tunic, he had what looked to be a short hunting bow slipped over his shoulder, and a hunting knife attached to his belt. He had short-cropped auburn hair, a pale but clear complexion, and sharp angular features. She might have thought him some hunter in from the wilds except for his eyes. They were... flat, dull, and a tad frightening.

Reaching into a pouch he pulls out a vial of blue powder. "This is what you are looking for?" If what Dart had heard on the street was true, it almost certainly was. Blue Blood, the drug that promised euphoria and power, the drug that made you glow. No one knew where it came from but it was cheap and all who tried it couldn't wait for more.

"There is no catch." He says with an arched eyebrow. "Supply is just high at the moment and demand is low. Of course, as demand grows..." He trails off and shrugs. "Well, who knows?" He asks rhetorically. It was a perfectly reasonable suggestion, Blue Blood was new on the scene so sell it cheap until people were addicted and then jack up the price.

The young man drops from the wall landing so softly that he doesn't even make a noise. "I'll cut you a deal." He says as he straightens. "Six vials for four gold, sound fair? I am sure it's enough for you to have all kinds of fun." He leans against the wall casually as he says this absently reaching into a pouch to tuck the first vial away and pull out a small box.

The young man opens the box and offers it up. Letting her pick her own at random to check for authenticity. "Don't most organizations that are establishing a new business looking to do something greater?" He says with a shrug of his shoulders. He doesn't elaborate on it and considering the evasiveness of his answer it was doubtful he would.

"A pleasure." He agrees with another yawn. But with the way his eyes never move from her it is clear that he is not really as tired as he pretends. Pocketing the coin he turns and walks away turning down an alleyway. If Dart thought to try to follow she would be surprised to find him gone already. It was readily clear that the person selling this drug was either far from normal or perhaps simply getting high on their own supply.

Despite what she'd thought, the drug takes effect almost instantly. The feeling is electric as every muscle in her body goes taught and she knows in that moment that it is working. It wasn't just that she felt powerful, she knew she was now incredibly powerful. That she could punch the nearby brick wall and it would shatter, that if she wanted to she could jump to the top of a one-story building, that she could run circles around the guards and not even break a sweat. It was an amazing feeling.

A feeling that was only compounded by the feeling of euphoria that washed over her. As the blue lines form underneath her clothing she would have this sense that there was no challenge, no obstacle, no enemy she could not face. That the entire city was a ripe jewel for her to pluck, all she had to do was reach out and take it. There was no wonder that the drug was so popular, it was utterly incredible.