Sil was pulled out of her thoughts by a young man comming towards her. He called out, in a friendly manner... it wasn't a bad sign but Sif couldn't help but feel uneasy regardless...<br/><br/>The young man was skinny, not too much of a warrior... but he bore a weapon, was he a guard? A sherifs son maybe. He bore the mark of a warrior... a fighting spirit, like a reddish hue that shone from him. The optimism of a child mixed with the rebelion of a youth... and an ancestry that brought him on his way. He could be someone strong, but it was hard to tell if he had training or not. Sil took note to be weary of the stranger.<br/><br/>Sil walked up to the man, not responding other than with her piercing eyecontact before she was within 2 meters of the man.<br/>She stopped in front of him and did a small courtsey as a greeting, in spite of wearing pants it seemed more fitting than to bow, but human customs were weird and varied.. no consistency...<br/>She spoke in a soft, almost whispering tone, her voice having a slight accent from a distant place which was not from elven heritage.<br/>"I am Sif, I come with a package for the mayor, I mean no harm to you or your city." she spoke as professionally as she could, then stopping to think "... or the mayor of course..! or anyone withIN the city, I mean... I won't hurt anyone!" she looked flustered and embarassed as she just thought to herself to stop talking.<br/>She bowed her head, a silvery tint across her slender cheecks "may I... may I pass..." she looked back up at the man with her piercing stare, though her eyes were wavering.