A strikingly beauteous Elf came walking unfazed through the icy downpour. She was clothed in soaking wet travelling gear with a robe over the top of more conventional clothing, accompanying this was a pair of durable leather boots, perfect for trekking across long distances in the harshest of terrains, from mountainous peaks, to frozen tundra. Her hair was limp and sodden with rain, though it's bright golden lustre was still present, as was the brightness of her soft green eyes. However, like a few people in the city, the Elf was not as she seemed. For the actual truth was perhaps far more shocking, for she was a changeling. A changer of shape, an emulator of race, her name, Corila.<br/><br/>She spotted a man taking shelter under a low-hanging bride. Behind him ran what looked like a child, or perhaps one of the races lacking in grand stature. Just as she took her gaze from the smaller humanoid, the rain doubled it's assault upon the area, further wetting everything caught under the downpour. She reasoned that it would perhaps be wise to seek shelter from such a ferocious assault of nature, lest she be completely soaked in icy water.<br/><br/>Walking with haste towards the bridge where both the man and the child were already seeking refuge, she took note that the man was indeed Human, though she had yet to notice what the smaller person was, and for the time being she would assume that it was a young child. She reached the shelter of the underside of the bridge a minute or so latter. Utterly soaked but not exactly bothered that she was. From the sound of it, the child was speaking to the man, though it had a rather deep voice, perhaps someone of a smaller race after all?<br/><br/>Looking at the pair, she gave them both a friendly smile, deception was a wondrous tool in the hands of a changeling. Perhaps only done better by the likes of a Doppelganger, one of the races that made the changelings to start with in the first place.