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So</b>, it wasn't the mead after all. The sudden surprise took an innate turn for the half-elf to retrieve her sharp, elven dagger, one-hundred and seventy years worth of striking enemies down. It was an heirloom which was given to her by her late father, Erodin, a true Woodland elf, one of the finest generals who served under the Elven king for nearly fifty-eight years...<br/><br/>During his allegiance, as a respectable fighter, he caught and courted many women, but at times he was a chauvinist pig, which was partially one of the reasons why Tanyl wanted to become someone more than just some domesticated, yielding female. In addition, she harbored some hatred of her father since he practically never told her anything about her mother--just that she was some human maiden crossing paths with him on a drunken night. Tanyl deduced her to be a lady of the night for even her father couldn't remember her name. However when he took her to bed, nine months later she was with his child. She had his seed and thus, she conceived the half-elf which turned out to be the tangerine-haired Tanyl.<br/><br/>The mother was a pretty face, same wild, fiery waves, but she had no means and really no desire of taking care of another human being (for the most part), considering that she was selling her body on a day-to-day basis and needed to make ends meet for herself. She insisted on contacting Erodin to take her away whenever she could no longer provide for the baby. Since then, Erodin's life has spiraled down.<br/><br/>It wasn't so much that he blamed his own daughter, but rather his time spent on the front lines, commanding his inferiors under him. The constant fighting taxed him, stressed him in the tides of war, and he wasn't getting any younger, either. Tensions were very much alive between the elves and humans during that time, that he could not bear the thought of losing his precious daughter. Those bright green eyes, her somewhat reckless behavior like his; he did what he thought best and sent her away to live with one of his former lovers, an elven woman with a son of her own about Tanyl's age. Tanyl was seven when she last saw her father's face-- she remembered his teary-eyed gaze mirroring her own. She didn't understand then, but that didn't escape the fact that she has been without a true family for a long time.<br/><br/>As soon as she was of age, approximately ten years later, she immediately moved out and pursued her ambition of joining in on the ranks of men. Since her father died a year prior, she felt it in her heart to carry this mission of hers, to continue his legacy and be respectable like him. If only it were that easy. Being somewhat of a hybrid had its perks, but also the setback of letting society think a stupid mutt of a girl could do anything these days. But boy did she prove many wrong. The fire within spread and burned passionately. She would become cunning, keen on her surroundings and more eloquent with her speech. Though at times her temper and tact needed some fine tuning. Then, she met<b> Halcon</b>.<br/><br/>Those former days of her and Halcon together. They were quite the unorthodox pair at first, but they learned how to effectively take down their foes, enjoy the thrill of executing their missions with finesse only to be rewarded by earning the recognition that<b>she</b>so desperately wanted though she never bothered to ask her partner at the time about his own thoughts. In some ways she was just as dense like most males, and was often caught up in her own dreams and ideals. She was always searching, ascertaining new and exciting bold adventures, but all good times had to come to some end.<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>There they stood, standing rather close, maybe a bit<i>too</i>close. Tanyl was conflicted. The tightening of her jaw made her feel worried and rigid. Her chartreuse eyes did not leave his countenance, absorbing those beautiful blues. When was the last time she viewed him this closely? Right, right. Last time where they were merely at each other's throats! A sigh came out as her free hand went to brush aside her uncooperative and unruly strands for a moment, returning to hear of his purpose of arriving at The Burgundy Inn.<br/><br/>"What could they possibly think of next, Haclon?" Dulcet tone laced with a dangerous edge inquired the cloaked male. The dagger was withdrawn by the ginger and she tilted her head, motioning for him to sit, curious to know more. Out of the pair, Halcon had more patience, more experience and knowledge of the world, but it was Tanyl who was more ruthless, more energetic in getting things done. However, what mattered to her the most was the invigorating sense of feeling alive, being strong, powerful, confident, rising up to the challenges..and just maybe getting<i> acceptance</i>from others.<br/><br/>"Shall we discuss the matter here, or take it elsewhere? I was thinking about renting a room for the night as the time grows nigh," she said softly, not wanting to promote suspicions. If one wasn't careful, even within the neutral boundaries, the moment one steps out of territory, it's all game over. Luckily, with the both of them there, they were fine warriors, and could easily take on most of the drunkards here if they so chose.<br/><br/>Her left arm propped her frame in casual stance for a moment. "I figured since you've traveled quite the distance, the information you provide will be substantial for you to have shelter for the evening," Tanyl quipped briefly though was on slight alert as well, never far from reaching her dagger.