It wasn't often the redheaded assassin found herself in Corone. Especially not when there was still so much to do back in Salvar. The desolate wastes were somewhat of a comfort for Scarlet despite the harsh cold and stark white sheets of endless snow. They were familiar. They were known. They weren't going to turn around and betray her at a moments notice. Course, the same could not be said about the company she kept. She had lost everything, and everyone. Aside from Lichensith Ulroke, who had ever since he found she was with 'his' child - had been a tad over protective of her. Not that it mattered. If Scarlet had it her way, she'd rip the damn thing out of her, and she knew that the man had somewhat similar feelings. He was on edge, and she couldn't blame him. There were rumors and whispers...and plans and contingencies needed to be put in place.

It was for that reason that Scarlet found herself here. Standing before an unassuming oak door. Contingency. Yes. There was a redheaded man here known as Nevin and despite Richards protests Scarlet could use another alchemist. She hadn't heard much of him, but it was enough to pique her interest and have her haul her pale and fractured ass out to the continent.

The store was open, or at least Scarlet assumed as much. Light shone from beneath the door and shadowed shifted to and fro signalling that there was someone inside. Fuck it. Scarlet wasn't one to be polite. She pushed open the door with a gloved hand and stepped in. Soft chimes signaled her arrival as she allowed the door to gently shut behind her. She didn't really feel things much these days, but that didn't make her some barbarian. She knew the etiquette of shutting a damn door at least.

Scarlet looked somewhat normal. Normal by Althanas standards at least. She wore leather gloves to stop skin to skin contact. She had a decent control of her seeping corruption to not liquify or rot anything around her but her bare touch still bothered others. Her wild hair was pulled back into a low hanging ponytail, a poor attempt to say the least. Bangs splayed out to frame her face making Scarlet look either wild, insane, or both. She wore a loose fitting green dress and the usual black leather boots.

"Nevin, I presume?" She asked cooly,watching the man tinker with a few items on a shelf. "Red hair. Alchemist. Stalking around Corone. You meet the description. I have-" She paused as her eyes glanced over to the figure at the counter. A very small figure. A very small and familiar figure. A very small and familiar and frightened figure. "Hello Fennick." Scarlet said with a small smile creeping to her lips. "I do hope we get the chance to finish our discussion one day, lest a goat legged furry tit faun take you away again." She jested.