Aelene was in no hurry as she made her way over the little wooden bridge over the Whitelime river. She enjoyed taking this path, the little bridge was full of history each little creek and groan it made was like a story of those who crossed it before.  She was well aware she was late and her companion would probably scold her for it again. Aelene hummed quietly to herself enjoying her little stroll to the tavern. To the casual observer, she would look a young woman no more than 21, that is the way she preferred it, it made conning people out of their money a lot easier.<br/><br/>Facts were she was a lot older than that, by several hundred years in fact. At 756 Aelene was still considered young by her kind, but she was also considered a disgrace. Elves were graceful creatures, one with nature and mostly kept to their own kind. They were regal and graceful and BORING!! Aelene had always been considered an oddity amongst her people, she was too wild and adventurous, she mixed with all raced and enjoyed parties and drinking like she was some human.  She just found humans so much more interesting, perhaps because they lived for such sort times they really did live it to the fullest, she envied them that. That is why she usually spends most of her time with them. The final straw for her family was when the information that she laid with both men and woman came to light. Finally, they could take no more and told her to leave, that was over 100 years ago and she had seen non of them since.<br/><br/>These days she could mostly be seen making trouble in a little town on the edge of the Withwood, normally in company of a human male who she had taken to conning people out of their coin with. She didn't really need the coin she just enjoyed fooling people and the chaos that would sometime follow. She smiled as the tavern lights came into view, she could see Leger standing there not looking too pleased with waiting, she had been to this tavern a few times before,  she had to admit it was one of her favourites, they were full of interesting patrons and the owner Sonja was...... let's just say interesting. She loved interesting.<br/><br/>"Good evening Leger" she said in her soft voice and smile. "Excellent choice of establishment, shall we? I could really use an ale" she said sweetly as she pushed open the door to the establishment without as much as a word of apology or reason for her being late.<br/><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1596711699981-png.54403/" title="1596711699981.png">
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