Drachon was watching through the window of the Dove by inn with interest, still concealed by his magic.Though he was invisible,a sharp pair of eyes may have possibly noticed a strange patch of air, where the rain seemed to be hitting nothing at all. The elf dismissed the thought, even if a being could see the silhouette created by the rain, most would dismiss it as a trick of the light.  He had arrived here after following the almerkian man for a short period of time. When the man had met up with what the elf guess was an old friend and entered the inn, Drachon had almost followed behind him.At that moment the wind and the rain had both increased in intensity,and the elf knew that this was a message for him to stay back, but he couldn't help think why he had to remain a spectator. He drew in a deep breath, the goddess Elstii has never betrayed his trust before, and he had faith she wouldn't start now.<br/><br/>To pass the time, Drachon had decided to scope out the citizens in the bar, most of them seemed look run of the mill people, but there were a select few that caught his eye. One of the more noticable ones was what appeared to be a young human boy with a wind sprite riding his shoulder, conversing with and anithrope. After closer inspection, Drachon noticed that the boy had pointed ears,he couldn't keep himself from smiling, another elf! Well, half elf, the boy was short for an elf, and his ears didn't seem to reach as tall as most elves,but still it overjoyed him nonetheless. He then turned his attention to the anithrope, it seems that it was a wolf anithrope by the shape of his body and face, though there seemed to be a certain....darkness to him. He soon redirected his gaze to the almerkian he had followed here, and the other almerkian he was talking with. something about this other almerkian struck Drachon as odd, nothing was out of the ordinary with him on the outside, he was acting perfectly normal....perhaps too perfectly. The elf  jumped slightly when all of the sudden a human sitting at the bar had another patron face down against the bar with a punch dagger to his throat. The elf chuckled silently, well, theres another one to keep an eye on.<br/><br/>After a few more minutes of watching, Drachon sensed that this is when he should make his entrance.  The shimmering aura faded, revealing the elf, who by that time was soaked head to toe in rain, though he didn't mind. He opened the door and walked into the inn, making a puddle on the floor as the door was slammed shut by the wind, bringing everyone's eyes to him. He stood frozen for a minute before nodding to the others in the inn, the soon went about their business as usual. Drachon, feeling terribly out of place, swiftly walked over to the table with the Half elf boy with the wind sprite and the wolf anithrope. He had taken a seat across from  the boy and lowered his hood, making his pointed ears seen. He would look at the boy and then speak, his voice soft and musical as he spoke in elvish "do you speak the elvish tongue" he had looked at the boy with an almost pathetic desperation, desperate for some taste of his homeland.