A young woman stepped out of the aircraft. Her dark curls fell about her shoulders. Her shin length floral skirt shifted in the wind. She wore a solid purple blouse and a golden necklace. Her eyes scanned the area and she walked as if she owned every bit of land she stepped on. Next to her, another person. An older gentleman, his brown hair braided and pulled back. His black cloak shielded his certain style of clothing.<br/><br/>They were unarmed. As far as anyone could really tell. The gentleman leaned over and whispered something in her ear. As she heard this, her eyes narrowed as she spotted the young shiek and the guards as they approached with vast movement. She stepped forward, towards him and cleared her throat. As she spoke, her voice was thick with the western forest dwellers accent.<br/><br/>"Are you the lord of this province?" She asked clearly. "We come to seek a fugative that has fled across from our borders." She reached into her purse and pulled out a photo. The photo in question, was a sketch of another much younger lady. She had long straight hair, round eyes and a narrow cheek line, her ears were slightly pointed and she had the distinguished features of an elf, but she wasn't. This woman, was just a mere human. The price stated would make any commoner a wealthy person.<br/><br/>"She is armed, and dangerous and we seek to intervene her before she destroys more innocent lives." The woman spoke firmly and her petite figure commanded attention. The gentleman next to her just remained quiet and gazed at the young man. Her eyes narrowed on the shiek. "Surely, you must know someone that can lead us in the right direction as to her location?"