On the third floor of the Red Dragon Boat, the air buzzed with activity. Part of this level was devoted to information trading— a hub where one could buy, sell, or request any kind of intelligence for the right price. Merchants, bounty hunters and many immortal Practitoners are crowded the marble hall, their murmurs blending with the hum of arrays recording every transaction.
Yumina stood among them, her orange hair tucked neatly beneath a hood. Su Fei, the white-furred fox girl, waited outside near the railings, arms crossed and expression as still as ice.
At one of the open counters, Yumina placed a bank card on the desk. "I want information about two individuals," she said firmly.
The attendant —a slim Dragonion woman in a blue robe —bowed slightly. "Please describe."
