<span style="color: #8BA870">Dandelion Tamm was bored out of his mind. A common predicament, one of the few this particular boy faced on a daily basis. He had already performed his drills today, three times.<br/>The boy had let his feet take him where they would, ending up by the docks. He had a knack for appearing where something interesting was going to happen. This time the ability seemed to be broken, so he simply resigned himself to sitting with his armour-clad feet hanging off the dock, close to the water. He was set to patrol a section of the city with his unit in half an hour, but that seemed too far away. He had cleaned his armour, practiced his archery, and cleaned his room in the barracks, as few possessions there were in it. He rarely went in to it, seeing that the room was only large enough for a bed and short desk. The single window and door had to be thrown wide open whenever he was present, even as he slept, in an effort to ease his claustrophobia. Certainly a hazard, as most soldiers in the barracks were presented with death threats daily. It was a miracle that no one had slit the nymph as he slept. Of course, if he were aware of this, he would have kept his door firmly shut, but Danni was quite oblivious to most things, particularly when it came to who was fighting who, who married who, and other governmental issues that most citizens bothered themselves with.<br/>His claustrophobia had caused him problems many times, seeing as how a soldier had to have the utmost control over his or her emotions. As part of the introductory training, new recruits had had to crawl through a dark, cramped tunnel. Mercifully for Danni, he had a keen ability to attract the sympathy of people, and was carried through by another soldier who did not wish to see him fail. Danni seemed to have that affect on people. If he were aware,which he was not, perhaps he could be a much more manipulative person. <br/>Danni often faced this problem of boredom, being light on his feet and adventurous to a fault. Some days he would simply leave the city and return, days later, with a grin on his face and stories to tell. His commander had yelled at him many a time for this problem, but Danni's strange friendly magnetism had saved him once again.<br/>He got the idea that he didn't have to wait for his soldier friends to patrol. He could be by himself. If any trouble arose, he would simply let his arrows fly. He rarely missed a shot,  through luck or skill, maybe both. His abilities as a wind nymph often guided the projectiles without much thought on his part. He was only vaguely aware of the abilities of nymphs, having been robbed of any kind of culture or family history he might have had by the mines. The prison of rock and work, filled with the scents of death and pain<br/>He didn't want to think of that place now. Danni preferred to keep a happy disposition, depsite his past. Or, perhaps, because of his past.<br/>Standing up with a grunt, Danni looked around, deciding which direction he would go today. His round helmet, which was resolutely too large for him, slipped over the freckled boy's face and prevented him from surveying the docks further. Letting out a noise of protest, he lifted the contraption, holding it up with one hand as he turned. His shaggy sandy hair would also be in his eyes if it weren't for the red bandana that kept it back. The bandana was as clean as his armour. Danni took special care of the cloth, which was a link to his dead mother. He could have done something to save her that day....<br/>His meloncholy thoughts were halted by something interesting. At the top of the docks, a scuffle was taking place. He couldn't see quite well from where he was, but it looked as if a strange person wearing a hood had given a couple soldiers the slip. Danni grinned. This would be fun. <br/>Tossing his helmet to the wind, the soldier gave chase, at firstseveral yards behind the main group. Yet he caught up, almost flying through the streets. <br/>After turning several corners, Danni ended up in the slave market. The smell revolted him, reminding him of the mines he had so long ago clawed away from. He weaved his way through the stalls and grime, finding himself in the square, where auctions were currently taking place. Danni kept one hand protectively on his possessions. While he was oblivious, he was no fool. He could feel the suffering and greed in the air. He had known that this corner of the city existed, but had never encountered the horror himself. The spur-of-the-moment decision came upon him again; he was going to leave the city.<br/>The hooded stranger completely forgotten, Danni began to turn, but not before fighting broke out. His body swivelled, mouth shaped in an 'o' of surprise. A man was on the stage, weilding a ball of fire. Magic was not something people of the city came into contact with often, seeing as how nymphs kept a low profile and trolls were practically non-existant nowadays.<br/>In the chaos that ensued Danni was thrown up on the stage by the throng, slamming into the foreign warrior. The man, in his fit of rage, seemed not to notice him, hitting the boy in the arm wih the blunt of his sword. Danni let out a shout of pain, clutching the extremity that was now filled with such a pain that made him writhe on the ground. He couldn't move it, though there was no blood. <br/>Gritting his teeth as the pain abetted, Danni stood, jumping over people in an attempt to follow the warrior. The slaves were throwing things at Danni, causing him to be confused. He was no enemy to them, or at least he thought. Maybe he was on the wrong side. He certainly wanted the slaves to be free.<br/>He managed to force his way out, clutching his now limp arm. A strange noise caused him to collapse in pain once again. The foreign warrior's magic was strange. A perfect peraon to travel with and learn from. <br/>With this idiotic plan half-strung in Danni's head, he managed to scrabble off the ground and run in pursuit of the warrior. He could certainly be a persitant pain in the ass when he wanted to.<br/>Danni realized the warrior, who was now clearly accompanied by a slave that he had in a grip by the arm, and someone who resembled the person in the hood from before, was heading towards the docks. He sped up, his fleet-footedness again aiding him.<br/>Danni caught up to the group, somewhat out of breath. "Hey!" He exclaimed. His voice was young and clear, full of optimism and a slightly Irish sounding inflection, "wherever you're going, take me with you!" As he ran beside the party, which had been joined by two sailors, Danni began to realize that this wasn't a very solid plan. But, he wasn't a solid planning kind of guy.<br/>It was time for the adventure he had been looking for, and he felt that this warrior could give it.</span>