Some royal guards walk the pier before turning and going back the other direction. They are laughing about the latest embarrasing incident their comrades encountered. They don't notice the wood elf.

*steps out of the Green Dragon Inn, and looks up at the sky*
~Sigh~
*thinks about the days when he could come and go as he pleased, not having to worry about a lockdown. Spreads his wings and flies up and perches himself on top of the Inn so he may watch over it*

*after the guards pass by she comes up for some air and swims under the peir. She crawls up on the beach a little and grabs her bag. she then makes a bed there and sighs to herself*

*morning comes, Barbus hopps off of the roof and walks into the Green Dragon's Inn*

*Wakes up and streaches putting her weaponry and clothing back on before heading back to the inn*

*Steps outside and moves slowly twards the candle shop*

*Walks into the candle store and looks for the propriator, the unusual little pixi*

Oh, you won't be able to ignore me that easily. you would be immensely surprised at how persistant I can be. So what's your story? How come you don't like anyone? I figured that since you seem to be outcast like me we would at least have something in common.

*Turns and looks at Rathil. She quickly hides the book. She doesnt say a word just looks him over slowly*

I don't care about that book you carry. I don't enjoy reading as much as some others. You can keep that all to yourself. I am more interested in why you don't like any of us. I really am a nice guy.

*She lowers her hood with both hands, Curiously only one hand has a glove on it. Her face makes her look young - around 19 by human standards at best. A necklace looking peice rests on her brow like a tiara with a charm that could possibly be of significance. her brown hair falling into her eyes which are at the moment a deep shade of green. She speaks slowly. her soft voice almost as ice* I have no story its all of you. You are all buddy buddy with the dark ones. You let your guards down and speak of things that are best kept silent. You leave yourself exposed.

*Looks twards the pixi who is busy and grabs a few small, cheap candles and puts two gold coins down for payment. She then moves past Rat back into the street*

*Flies in from the east, ignoring the two on the ground talking, and lands in front of the Green Dragon's Inn, and steps back into the tavern with a burlap sack in his hand*

*Rathil looks a little surprised by this and follows the wood elf from the shop, not letting her ignore him that easily*

Oh my, you spoke. I feel very honored to see you with a lowered hood and speaking. Although come now. You can't judge all people on the color of their skin. While I will give you that most drow are horrible to be around Barbus isn't all that bad. I will give you that I don't like that Max Darkling or Onomurid as much. Although Barbus has never given me anything but his help. Not all people follow the ways of their people.

I mean look at you and me. We decided to go against the codes the wood elves stand by and we are now outcast from returning for the rest of our days. People have to choose their own path. Just because Barbus was born a dark elf doesn't mean he is all bad. Just different

*A low growl comes from her throat but quickly vanishes* You may be an outcast but you chose it. I just as soon be out there *motions towards beyond the gate*

I will not leave myself as vonerable to the high and mighty elves with a rod up there *pauses and clears her throat.* nor towards the vermine of hell. At least the dwarf in the store knows whats going on.

*Moves to a feild that is clear and sets the candles on a small book she produces from her bag. She then takes out two flint rocks and lights them*

*Follows her as she enters the field*
It's not really a matter of choice my dear, You must know that once a wood elf decided to leave their woods and leave their people they can't go back. The day you and I stepped foot out of our homes we were no longer welcomed back. Not a pleasant thought but that is reality.

But no matter. I unfortunately have some errands to run so i will bid you a good day for now. Although be prepared because this isn't over. I have made it my sworn mission to make you realize that not everyone is out to get you. So it will be easier on both of us when you decide to realize that. Good day

*Walks off and leaves her to her book*

*Waves Rathil away*

*Moves about 20 yards away from the candles and produces her small bow and some arrows from her hip. She then takes aim at the candles and begins to practice her skill. It takes her a while to hold the bow and arrow right. She closes ehr eyes and takes a breath trying to remember then sighs and lowers the bow looking fustraited*

*Wipes a tear away from her face and looks around. When the coast is clear she removes the glove from her hand and winces in some imaginary pain. She streaches her fingers out and closes her eyes to not look at it. She then goes to aim for the candles again*