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Seeking her out wasn’t difficult, rather, finding a moment where those unwelcomed didn’t seek to listen in took a little longer than he’d hoped. The common reaction to his presence alone left people a little more wary. Though Zephyr didn’t often remain on the island, it seemed that among those more aware of the darker side of the island, his reputation certainly preceded him. His slow gait drew him to the staircase, the woman he sought out perched at the top, looking beyond the bannister into the crowd below. Silence lingered between them as he lent forward once he reached the space beside her, his arms propping against the intricate wooden design, “I believe I have a proposition for you,” He spoke, as if they were discussing the weather. “One you’re not likely to refuse.”