There was a particular alchemist that Logan had caught wind of, one that might be able to assist him with a particular mission.  It was night, and the port city of Yovaesh was awash in a thick fog.  It suited the vampire perfectly, and he strolled through the roads as if he owned the place.  Whistling a particular tune he had paid well to learn, Logan listened carefully.  There should be an answering whistle somewhere along this road.  The black market he sought had to keep moving in order to keep from being caught, and the tune changed each night.  It was a caution that he understood all too well, his kin were not welcome in many places.  

Then he paused.  Had that been footsteps behind him?  The vampire ducked into an alleyway, uncertain as to what he had heard.  A single figure emerged from the fog, a young human woman.  She was peering through the fog, hesitant in her steps.  And she smelled far too innocent to be in this place safely on her own.  A pang of hunger stirred in his gut, and Logan made a quick decision.  He waited, silent as death, until she passed without a foot of the alley's opening.  A muffled shriek emerged from her throat, but Logan moved quickly.  A hand clamped over her mouth, and she was dragged into the opening where he enjoyed a one man feast.

Dropping the body to the ground, he didn't really care of the woman was still alive or not.  Wiping the blood from his mouth, he headed further down the road. The tune he sought was on the wind, and Logan intended to find the target he had actually planned for. 

Vinsue had worn her long brown robes to town as she usually did when she did not want to be noticed. Her young dragon raped around her neck watching all it could so that it could learn. The dragon was a beautiful black and white and covered in jewelry. Vinsue slowly walked as she listened for a special tune and fallowed. She was after her other hatchling and she hoped to find it in the black market before it had anything really bad happen to it. hearing the sound she dunked into an ally way and watched. she stopped when she hard a moan and turned. the pore human was going to die and she did not have the time or ability to help.

She left the ally and kept walking tell she spotted a human. no not a human a vampire. She stuck to the shadows and kept her distance as she quickly learned he was going to the place she needed to go.

It was only another fifty steps or so before he recognized the sign he had been told of.  It was painted simply on first examination, looking like a name had been drawn in fresh blood.  But the cunning artist had gotten the color just right, and it even appeared to be ready to drip off the sign.  Logan knew he was in the right place, and whistled the tune.  A woman stepped for from behind the stone alley's entrance, a half elf by her scent.  He handed over the silver to gain entrance to the black market, and she nodded.  But a few terse words were offered first.  "No hunting within our grounds, and no fighting.  It is hard to dispose of bodies, so if you cause one, either take it with you or stay with it and become a corpse yourself," she said before moving aside to that Logan could enter.  

The black market was lit by lanterns every dozen feet, and words were called out in twice as many languages.  Logan paused a moment, taking in the effect of the chaos.  The port was a good place to find just about anything, given all the trading routes it connected with.  He started asking questions, looking for the alchemists' area.  Glancing back to the entrance, he saw no sign of the guards or the half elven woman coming to remove anyone, so Logan headed deeper into the market.

She walked up to the place the vampire had disappeared and whispered. " Xurwk ultro" Repeat sound. The dragon hatchling repeated the whistle like told and the half elf stepped out. Vinsue paid her coin and stepped past the lady after the lady stated the one rule and warning. Vinsue did not stop when she saw the madness with in and soon found her first target. a man that well resembled a rat. thin, tall. and ugly.

She spoke with him in Vilmapolan for a bit. at first he was delighted with a customer but his face switched to poker stile jaw set and fear only slightly showing as he caught a glimpse at her face. she spoke silently yet sternly at the man tell he finally broke with a laugh. She turned and stormed off before looking for her next hopeful lead. it was more crowded than she thought the place to be but she had a mission despite her dis like of two leggeds touching her she pushed through. she had nocked into several people who just ignored or grunted at her. she nocked into the man that lead her there and stopped a few feet after and looked around before walking towards a skin cart.

He kept an ear on the various conversations, it was the best way to avoid trouble, he had found.  A strange woman behind him spoke in a language he hadn't learned yet, but the merchant's expressions were easy enough to read.  When the man broke into laughter and the woman left in a huff, Logan followed at a distance.  The alchemists would be here all evening, and it wouldn't be too difficult to get what he wanted, once he found them.  His curiosity had been piqued by the anger of the woman who was now moving through the crowds like they meant nothing.  Angry glares followed her, and people were starting to mutter.  It was only a matter of time.  He moved closer to an overhang, ready to watch whatever was about to happen. 

A large half orc, a probable resident of the port, was moving straight for the woman.  There was a stern look on his face, and he was clenching his fists.  Logan idly wondered just how the woman had pissed him off.  It was time for a show. 

"Silvertail" the half orc hollered as he stopped a few feet away. She stopped and turned to face him. She took stance as the dragon stood ready to jump. "Walk off I am not in the mood for this." She stayed before stepping back  two avoid a punch to the face. She than punched him in his sternum with a jolt of electricity to throw him across the path. he was out cold bot would live. "Do not test me." She said that the rest of the crowd could hear and see what happens when they do.

She walked up to the man and picked him up by the caller. she stared at him for a second before tossing him to the side. She was given the wrong lead and she now knew it. What she was looking for was nowhere near hear. she stood up and brushed off. she again started walking just a tad slower as she still looked for something.