Her boot creaks against the hardwood. She has only one job here, to find the guilty. As she entered the bar, her eyes pinned toward a particular person— and the trails of the Arcane scent has lead her to the figure by the bar corner. Argus figure hovered over the person with her silhouette, as the said person sat on the table, eyes engrossed to the menu. "Alone?" Her voice was gruff.

Yet, the latter remains mute.

In response, the lady kicked the chair opposite of you and sat down, crossing her legs. The Amber orbs of hers ogles you from head to toes. Bulleyes. Raising her fingers, she snapped her fingers at the Bartender—ordering a drink. Her Arcane skill can define a culprit no matter the guise, and now, her Arcane skill has led her to you.

"What's ya' name, fella?" The white hair of hers seemed to glisten in the light from the lamp.