Winwe woke at dawn, this was a common practice for him, it allowed him two opportunity, firstly to escape before a hunt part could find him if one was looking that is, this was mostly due to people finding out who he really was, but mostly only out in the back lands, small towns and such. Secondly it gave him a chance  to center himself through meditation, he wasn't massive on it like some people, but he found it a good way to start the day.<br/><br/>Winwe stood his long sliver hair falling straight and perfect like it did every morning, he walked to the cloth curtains,  seeing the sun slowly rise he let out a small sigh<span style="font-style: italic">Bein  Lhach</span>he said in a small voice like he did every morning, it meant Beautiful flame, he was always lost as to why humans never, woke at this time to see the truly beautiful scene of a sun raise.<br/><br/>Winwe walked slowly into the middle of the room,  he slowly sat facing the window, crossing his legs he placed the back of his hand onto his knees closing his eyes he let out  long breath, Winwe's meditation wasn't anything special he mostly saw images of his homeland, his people living together with humans, dragons, half-ling's and others.<br/><br/>Winwe arose from this position after ten minutes or so, he walked to the hooks on the wall looking at the fine elven clothes he wore, then to the ugly cloak and scarf he was forced to wear, his face had a small grimace on it as he looked at the dirty cloak,<span style="font-style: italic"> how I detest wearing that ugly thing</span>he thought to himself.<br/><br/>Winwe Grabbed his twin blades still in there sheaths and strapping them to his back, and unsheathing the blades, he crossed them and placed the metal to his forehead, before spinning them in his hand and replacing them into there sheaths. Grabbing his coin purse now freshly filled, he strapped it to his belt before grabbing the long scarf wrapping it over his nose and mouth an around the back of his head, at he front of the scarf was a small hole that lined up with his mouth for his pipe.<br/><br/>Winwe removed his cloak from the hook and slide it over his head and down his back, lifting the hood over his head. Winwe tapped the pipe on the sleeve of the clock beating all the old weed from it, picking up the bag of weed he got from the tavern that night he packed a small amount into the pipe before placing it into his mouth and grabbing his cider skin and strapping it to his belt also.<br/><br/>Winwe made his way to the door and opened it, making his way slowly down the stairs, opening the front door and making his way to the meeting point.  The low fog and crisp morning brought a smile to Finwe's lips, some people didn't like fog or cold, but to him it was another beautiful aspect of mother nature, arriving at the meeting point Winwe found a near by tree and sat under it wait for the others, pulling out a small box of tinder-twigs and striking it against the rough side of the box and lighting hes pipe and letting out a small puff of smoke, although some elves didn't like the idea of smoking weed, Winwe believed that mother nature supplied it, and if use in that was enjoyable, then why not do it,even nature created fire and smoke.<br/><br/><br/>After a few hours the sun was high in the sky, Tailha arrived with her large bull, Winwe watched as she had a stubborn glaring match with her Bull, Winwe let out a chuckle as she finally gave in and apologized, to the animal, shortly after, she greetedthe drivers. Winwe arose from his spot under the tree and strolled casually over towards the carriages, stopping just short of the bull and stooping down low next to it, slowly reaching out a hand towards the bull to stroke it, at the same time he tilted his head toward Tailha â€œHe is an impressive animal, and very loyal, you raise him yourself?â€ Wiewe asked his voice slightly muffled through his scarf.<br/><br/>Tailha took the pipe from her lips and smiled, "Aye. From a tiny runt of a thing. Had him sleeping with me so that I could be there to feed and care for him should he need it" BC snorted and butted his head against the man's chest, "Warning you now he is spoiled and very demanding of affection once he knows someone will give it to him" she chuckled before taking a puff of her pipe.<br/><br/><br/>Winwe started to stroke the bull under the chin with a single hand and let out a small chuckle â€œanimals do tend to love attention, more so those raised by hand, it must be some what annoying having to sleep with him if you'd like I would watching him for you occasionally?â€ Winwe started to stroke up the animals jaw line quickening the pace slightly and taking another puff from his weed pipe.<br/><br/>Tailha chewed on the tip of her pipe slightly as she regarded he man that was for the most part a stranger. She knew him to be joining her on this trip but that was about it. "Hmm...not too sure about that. BC tends to love following me around. He likes the occasstional pat from a stranger but I am not sure he would stick around with you" she leaned forward in the saddle some to pat BC along the<br/>neck, "Besides its not really annoying more tiresome at times" she laughed though BC snorted and pawed at the ground as if offended. "Stop that! You know I am only teasing" she said to the large bull.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Winwe smiled under his scarf â€œyou may be right, he does seem very attached to you, not always a bad thing, having the loyalty of a friend keep's ones sanityâ€ he said with a small chuckle â€œ so what brings you to this area, other than the fine gruel that the bar servedâ€ he said with a small amount of distaste thinking of the food.<br/><br/>Tailha smirked, "I actually enjoyed the food, then again I did not get the same stuff as everyone else" she winked at him before moving on to answer his question. "Simply put, adventure. Tired of life back home so I decided to pack up and see what the world had for us" she patted BC's neck. "So far it has been not too bad, except for soreness from riding in the saddle for too long" she joked.<br/><br/><br/>Winwe let out a chuckle â€œYes I imagine that could uncomfortableâ€ He slowly stood up â€œso after you adventures, what do you intend to do, go back to your home town?â€ Winwe tilted his head toward the end of the path to see a large man or dragon he wasn't sure ether way he was sure the man would not fit in with the towns people. Winwe looked back to Tailha taking another puff of his pipe, before tapping the ash to the floor and storing the pipe away into his cloak, â€œI've seen heard word of your distaste to Elves how about Dragonsâ€ he said with a small chuckle thinking how she would react to finding out he was an Elf.<br/><br/>Talhia smirked as she looked down at Winwe, "Well I like dragons more then I like Elves. One should try to be friendly to something that could eat you" she joked as she puffed on her pipe. "Just where did you hear of my distaste?"<br/><br/>Winwe let out a chuckle â€œyes I guess your right, being eaten would be anâ€ he paused for a moment â€œinconvenience, and lets just say, your well mannered entrance, shall we put it, has caused a few rumours to go aroundâ€ he said.  Winwe pulled out his Cider skin and took a small drag of it threw the hole in his scarf before offering it to Tailha â€œwould you like a morning warmerâ€ he said.<br/><br/><br/>Tailhia smirked but shook her head, "No thanks. I prefer to have a clear head before traveling. While that would probably not really effect me I rather not chance it. Still thank you for the offer"<br/><br/>Winwe shrugged slightly before putting the cider skin back into the folds of his cloak, â€œwell I'm going to ask the driver when we are to leaveâ€ he said walking towards them â€œhey, when are we due for departureâ€ he said looking at the driver.<br/><br/>"Whenever the full party arives boy" he said gruffly. He seemed to be rather impatient<br/><br/>Winwe wasn't one to hang around in a town to long, it left more opportunity for people to find out what he was â€œokayâ€ he said simply before walking back to his tree and leaning against it. Pulling out his pipe a small amount of weed and his tinder twigs, he quickly packed the pipe light it and sat the happily puffing away humming to himself.