Trouble  was in the forest of his homeland. For a while, he had forgotten about it, trying to put it to the back of his mind and think of love life instead. But, Velan Bitterberi couldn't forget it. The women he  met, well never seemed  interested in him. He may not be  as  good looking as most  elves. He was blonde, and green eyed but didn't have  that  quality that made  the elves  so mysterious  as most  of his kind. He had been alone for a long time, deciding to give up on love. He  didn't know what  was wrong with him, sure he could be blunt and straightforward  about things, but was that  really so bad? He  decided  to travel away from his homeland, maybe meet  someone who could help him out at least. He  was worried if the person that he met turned  out to be a woman, he would develop feelings for her  and  traveling would be awkward. So, somehow he would have to hold back any feelings. It would be hard for him, since well..he was pretty  much attracted to anyone. It didn't matter  what  sort of woman it  was, he liked  her. He  got some advice  from his friend Ray, then  set out into the world. He headed for a tavern, it seemed  mostly men were around and drunk men. He turned his nose with distaste. He  didn't think men with such nasty habits  would be able to help him out. But what  was he expecting from a  tavern? From his life, he should know that with tavern, came drunk people. Maybe he should of tried  an inn instead, at least most the people wouldn't be  drunk there. He  then asked  the bartender  if anyone had  been  in looking for an adventure. The bartender  told her a  woman had been looking  before. It seemed she came in often looking for work, so surely waiting for her to return would be the best bet. He ordered a drink, and took a seat waiting.