Thessium towered over Janelle like a small rogue mountain top. The building expanded across in an oval shape and  looked as if it were one large oversized tower, a castle of sorts with large columns and walls building up to the top. In fact it was three separate tiers, each with its own walkways and living areas. The entirety of the city was made of stone and brick, with large walls wrapping around; and at the top, a castle where the king and queen stayed, among the other wealthy upper class.<br/>Janelle strode through the gates of Thessium. Her head was held high, a tough smile was dancing on her lips as she passed by the townspeople as she walked on the lower level; the level that was made up of the commoners and the majority of the shoppes. She looked slightly misplaced among the native-born woman; she was taller than average, she was not clothed in a dress attire and she carried weapons, but she was not given many second looks. This was the capital and there were many wanderers and odd people poking through the town on every occasion. Janelle walked at a slow pace through the town, listening to the noises around her; the slight sound of a black smith working a piece of metal, the bells wrapped around animal's necks, the chatter of conversation and even the occasional man who found that it was in his best interest to begin drinking early. She was soon greeted by a man, showing great interest in her bow. She lifted it off from around her torso. She took an arrow from her quiver and docked it, pointing the arrow to the ground. She looked at the man next to her, face away and pulled the bow close to her face, letting her focus stay only on her target, letting the noise around her subside. She pulled the arrow back, and let it lose and she watched as it hit her target a small 50 meters ahead at a vacate cart. She looked at the man next to her, a surprised look on his face and he said, "How did you do that?" She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I just do." and she smiled and continued walking, over in the direction of her arrow, having noticed something out of place as she shot.<span style="font-style: italic">It couldnâ€™t be</span>She thought as her walk was quickened, and she excused herself as she bumped into a few people walking and it was then that she noticed him. He was wearing his normal attire of all black, his hair a shaggy mess. Her fast paced walk developed into a steady run as she ran towards her old friend. She stopped as her feet approached his; she was looking into his eyes, she could see his surprise and confusion as hers were large with excitement. Her hair had fallen out of its bun, and her breath was fast paced. It was silent around her as she went in to give him a hug; she felt his body tense under hers and the light touch of his hands on the hem of her back. She pulled away at his apprehensive reaction, but continued to hold onto his hand by his fingertips. She noticed a few people around her watched, but shrugged them off, â€œYou must be 1,000 years old by now.â€ She giggled.