The Demacian tavern was busier than expected, not that Xayah was complaining. The abundance of people and Vastaya made it easier for her to blend in unnoticed. Every table in the old tavern was filled, Xayah herself sitting near one of the side walls so she could monitor both the exit and her target. Said target was the burly man flirting at the bar, the woman of his affections eating up every word. Xayah couldn't say she found him attractive, too little animal features, but she could understand why the human woman was intrigued. Aside from his large, muscular appearance, the man had a handsome face with light eyes and dark hair. His smile was one of power, confidence, and blisteringly white teeth. The woman was also quite the looker, with voluminous curves and long blonde hair. It was clear the two were made for each other, though Xayah was going to have to cut their meeting short. As she stood to make her move, the man whispered something to the woman, causing her to giggle, and walked away from the bar towards the back of the tavern. Seeing as the woman didn't look distraught in any way, Xayah sat back down and took a sip from her drink. While it would have been easier to assassinate the man as he went to the bathroom, or whatever he was doing, Xayah wanted to make his death a public spectacle. She had a message to get across and people needed to see it.

Xayah continued watching the blonde woman, waiting for her to show some indication that the man was returning. It had only been about a minute before someone sat in the stool next to her. Xayah could tell by the feathers protruding from his cheekbones, along with his long, red ears, that he was a Vastaya. His hair was the same color as his feathers, a light blonde that looked almost white, with the exception of a small area of red on top of his head. He was wearing a magnificent cape of colorful feathers; a brilliant mixture of greens, reds, and bright golds. The feathers shined, even in the dim light of the tavern, which is what drew her attention to the cape in the first place. His eyes were of a similar brightness, though were a light blue instead of a shining gold. His face was far more handsome than her target's, bragging a sort of symmetry not seen in humans. Handsome as he was, though, Xayah's golden eyes narrowed at the new guest. Her long, red ears tilted forward slightly to tune her hearing in the new man's direction, trying to pick up on what he was saying to the woman her target was after.

"So… come here often?" Xayah almost scoffed at the Vastayan's silky voice saying a line of such… cheesiness. The woman across from him seemed entranced, though, and leaned forward to show her interest. Xayah continued to listen to their boring drabble of conversation as the minutes drew on, having nothing to better to do as she waited for her target to return. As if on que, she spotted the large man making his way back through the crowd in the tavern, his confident smile turning into a face of distain when he saw another was making advances on his woman.

"Hey!" the man's loud, deep voice was enough to silence all conversations in the tavern and draw everyone's attention to what was about to happen at the bar. "You Vastayan punk! What do you think you're doing?!" her target yelled, getting close enough to the handsome Vastaya that their foreheads were mere inches from each other. The Vastaya raised his hands in a defensive gesture, as if to say he had no weapons. This gesture did nothing to calm her target. If anything, his features became more warped by his anger. "When you animals do things like this it only makes me want to stick you all in cages where you belong," her target growled out, grabbing the collar of the Vastaya's cape. The Vastayan population in the tavern all noticeably bristled, including Xayah herself. The large man went by the name of Terian Krahn. He was a famous Noxian hunter who worked in an industry that captured her kind and sold them to the wealthy of his land. Whether it was as a slave or for their animalistic features, those he captured lost their lives forever. Xayah made to stand again, determining now was the perfect time to silence the man and take care of his industry's best for good. She was once again stopped, this time by the Vastayan man in her target's strong grasp. He was… smiling.

"I was just making sure this lovely lady" he sent a wink to the blonde who was shying away from the two men "was entertained for the night. She was looking so bored talking to you since you're all money and no personality," the woman blanched at this statement, confirming that she was only into Terian for his known large amounts of money. Terian didn't seem to believe him and paid no attention to the woman. She took this as her chance to leave and blended into the crowd, no doubt going towards the exit. Xayah kept her attention on the two men by the bar, the larger growing more and more pissed by the second. When he reached into his coat, Xayah leaped over the tables to reach Terian before he could hurt the Vastayan.

As she was doing so, one of the other bargoers yelled "Fight!" and all hell broke loose. Vastaya turned against human, bottles were thrown, tables flipped, weapons drawn, and noise levels through the roof. Xayah tuned it all out and focused on her target, only to see that the Vastaya he had just previously been threatening was gone. Terian looked as confused as she was, looking at his still closed fist and the empty space in front of him. Xayah only gave it a moment of thought before pulling out one of her many feather daggers from her belt. Without saying a word, she stepped up to the befuddled man and slit his throat, leaving him no time to even be surprised at her actions. Xayah moved away slightly to avoid getting the spurting blood on her clothes before scanning the still brawling crowd, looking for an exit. She decided to skirt around the edge of the fighting to avoid being seen.

Once she had made it out to the far cooler street, still able to hear the sounds of the tavern brawl, Xayah walked towards the inn she was staying at. It's a shame I couldn't make a public spectacle of Terian but the fight breaking out and his death being discovered at the end of it should make enough of a statement. Xayah thought as she walked, about half way to her inn. Still on high alert, she notices a presence following not far behind her. The town was populated enough that it wasn't unusual for people to be out this late, as seen by the large population in the tavern, though it was unusual for someone to be going the same direction as her seeing as the inn she had chosen was one of the worst ones in town. This was done partially because she needed to lay low while plotting the murder of a well-known figure and partially because fighting in a rebellion did not pay well. She turned her long ears slightly back to try and figure out how large the person who was following her was based on the heaviness of their footfalls. Whoever it was, they were male. His larger feet caused a longer sound each time he took a step. In order to test if they were actually following her, Xayah decided to take a convoluted path back to her inn. Turning into one of the many alleys that littered the town, she quickened her pace. The footsteps matched her pace and followed her path and, after the third turn she took down a random alley, her suspicions were confirmed. Sliding one of her feather daggers into her hand and angling it in such a way that it wouldn't be seen, she turned to face her guest.

"Hello?" Xayah called out to the dark figure now in front of her, unable to make out much other than long, pointed ears, even with her Vastayan vision.

"Hello!" he called back, moving into the dim light she had happened to pause under. When he was finally illuminated, she saw the long cape and bright blue eyes of the Vastayan man from the bar.

"Can I help you?" Xayah asked, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. She hadn't a clue as to why he would follow her.

"I just wanted to tell you thanks," his smooth voice held a chipper tone to it as he smiled down at her. Though he had seemed tiny compared to the larger frame of Terian, he was still at least a head taller than her, forcing her to look up at him.

"Thanks for what?"

"Killing that guy. It was awesome!" Xayah flinched at the volume of his voice. She wondered if he had seen her kill Terian, who else did? Were they also following her? If so, they would have definitely heard the Vastayan man yell just now. She grabbed his arm and quickly pulled him with her. "Hey, where are we going?" he asked at least a million times, only quieting down when she turned to glare at him. She quickly walked back to the inn and hurried up to her room, not giving the other patrons a second glance. She did notice a few of them turn heads at her companion's bright cape but hoped none of them would care to remember. When they arrived at her room, Xayah sat the man down on the bed and paced around the room, arms crossed. "Oh I see! You want to have some fun," he said, giving her the same wink as he did the woman at the bar.

"No you idiot!" she growled at him. She could feel her long nails digging into the skin of her palms as she clenched her fists in anger. The assassin moved to the window, peering down in a manner so she could see the street but no one on the street could see her. There didn't appear to be anyone outside of the small inn, but that didn't mean much if her stalker was skilled at tailing in any way. While she was doing this, the man inspected the room curiously, getting bored within seconds after noticing the large lack of… anything. So he decided to watch Vastayan woman instead. She had a simple look about her, wearing dark clothes a long, purple feathered cloak with two cute holes for her ears. Her deep red hair was pulled to one side with her bangs covering the eye on the same side. Her eyes were a beautiful gold that was hardened after years of working as an assassin. It was her face that betrayed her livelihood, curved and soft with a light blush on her cheeks. When she began to turn back toward him, the man looked away, actually afraid to be caught staring for once.

"Anyway," he continued from before now that the woman wasn't looking as on edge "I wanted to thank you for taking care of that guy,"

The Vastayan man stood and bent over into a deep bow in front of Xayah, holding his glorious cape up as he did so. "My name is Rakan" he said his name in a strange fake accent "and I owe you a favor,"

Xayah looked at Rakan, confused over his… odd actions and demeanor. She realized after a few moments, as he stayed in his bent position, that he was waiting for her to respond. "I'm Xayah," she finally said, determining that this man was no threat to her safety, lest he yell and give away her location again. Rakan took this as a sign he could stand straight again and looked at her expectantly. She knew he was waiting for her to ask for something but nothing came to mind. After seeing him slip away from Terian and, more surprisingly, her at the tavern earlier, she made a decision. "Stay with me until I can think of a favor to ask," she said with a sly smile, looking up at Rakan.

"It's a deal," Rakan said as a smile stretched across his own lips.