Sherry
*The rippling of the stream filled the ears of all passersby. It brushed up against the marble banks of the grand temple, when the water receded it revealed the slow erosion of detail on the walls that sat by the river, its latticed lines and elaborately engraved patterns and figures removed by time. On the other side of the river lay a road. Elves wearing extravagant flowing garments guided slaves through crowds of less glamourous elves, those who were not elf and not slave were few and far between.* 

*Tieres waded through the crowd, in most places he would stick out for a sore thumb because of his long black flowing poncho, embroidered with golden flower patterns that formed a v around the neck line, but the gaudy attire wasn't something that was rare in these lands, no, Tieres stuck out because he was a human, a foreigner, and an obvious one at that.*

*His messy brown hair was tied in a long loose pony tail that fell down between his shoulders, His broad frame, squared face and massive scar running from the bottom of his jaw and through a colorless and obviously blind left eye, combined with a myriad of smaller scars across his face and arms was the antithesis of the prim and proper elves that populated this land. Tieres skulked through the crowd despite his mean visage and obvious battle scars, his demeanor was rather sheepish, almost as if he was lost.*
Erin
*A weakly built man, about 5'4 in height wandered the streets of Silnaria, being greeted by locals and previous customers alike. Despite the man knowing the routes rather well, he seemed to just be walking without a purpose, maybe just to get fresh air.*

*His clothes were nothing special although they were homemade, most things were in his household. A clean white, long sleeved collared shirt with occasionally a few stains and tattered rips scattered around the clothing, his chest and back covered by a faded blueish grey vest of which appeared to be leather (how the fuck he got blue leather is beyond me), a small belt of leather holding the vest down that was adorned by many pouches and vials, some filled with herbs and potions, others empty or down to their last drop. His brown pants cuffed to his knees and black leather boots reaching up to mid calves.*

*Unlike most hardened individuals, his skin was soft and clean, no defining jaw line or chin to add to his pitiful masculinity. Albeit, he did has some muscles but nothing to out of the ordinary for a human.*
Sherry
*Tieres raised an eyebrow when he saw the human, regardless of what they looked like, they weren't an elf, and he didn't look like a slave from a far. It mattered not , a runaway slave would do just as well as any other human. Tieres Hastened his walk until he was directly behind the man, reaching out and grabbing them by the back of their collar, then pulling them to the side of the road.* 

"Everyone here talks to you like a local, but I don't know many human locals round these parts, care to help a friend out?"

*Tieres's tone was whispered but threatening, there was malice with a hint of mischief in his raspy voice, the voice of someone who had smoked far too much pipe for there age.*
Erin
*As soon as he was grabbed ahold of, his quickly started to race as he was pulled away from the crowds of people. 'What did he do?' 'Who is that?' 'What do they want?', etc. His weary eyes were wider than normal, mostly from shock and slight fear as they hastily scanned the person for a weapon and gage their general strength. He couldnt see any weapons on sight but the man looked rather strong, a lot stronger than our little friend here.*

*Although this was an alarming situation, he continued to remain visually calm despite his anxious mind.* 'Sure, w-what can I do for you?' *Damn his stutter! His voice was soft and weak, barely louder than a shitty whisper, not helping his damsel in distress appearance.*