"They may like me but I hate them." She sighed, leaning against the bar and looking over the room. A man sat in the corner with long blond hair, pulled back with leather and olive colored skin. The olor of his skin would have yelled he was a forgiener in the country of Vlanmir, since the cities were underground, but the fluffy triangular ears on his temples yelled he was a Wulfish person.<span style="font-style: italic"> Why is he here?</span>she thought. Wufish and Vlanmir peoples hated each other. Almost every war in history involved the two fighting.<br/><br/>"Hey, Jenova, let's go talk to him." She nudged him, and motioned to the man. "Wufish never come here unless they've gotta under the table job. And y'know they pay good."