As he held scars torn into flesh and bone that revealed a life of strife and pain her own skin was subtle, soft as though a thing to have been given much skin creams and oils to tend to complexion.  The pale skin making her seem a porcelain doll in comparison to most saying she saw very little sunlight and with no marks to speak of it was obvious she never saw combat.  The whisper of her voice again broke, a running theme it would seem for attention she feared but quickly it was cut short.<br/><br/>"...Because I-..."<br/><br/>Honestly she had to think about the matter but the thoughts mostly just lead to action.  Adjusting she would close her cloak tighter, the fine cloth saying she would be one of the nobles and yet something seeming off on the situation.<br/><br/>"I...Don't know....I ha-..."<br/><br/>Struggling for words she'd just give up as her gaze dropped lower.  A slight shiver as she peered out from under the hood, looking around and examining the scene around them only to shake again at the sight of the people in the tavern crowding it.  Quickly she'd look away, her eyes set back upon the table with one hand reaching to the surface.  Two fingers would draw imaginary circles on it, tracing thrice over before stopping.<br/><br/>"I'm...Hymn... I...Was a Volluterum but..."<br/><br/>Volluterum.  All noble names of the town would be known by the time of their first few days in it and Volluterum was one of the noble houses that ran the city itself.  The rumors flying abound of the recent hours on the tip of everyone's tongue and rightly so due to the guards being the first to spread the word of her betrayal.  She had been deemed a trickster.  A pretend child to the noble house who now was kicked out.<br/><br/>"..No one believes me you know...I was disinherited since...It turned out I wasn't related to my father...But I didn't know...And now..."<br/><br/>There probably should of been emotion in her voice but there was little.  Looking at her hand on the table she'd slowly drag it off the surface and allow it to fall into her own lap.  At the time she had nothing and where she should of spoken with emotion, the truth was she was broken.  She lost the life she had for seventy seven years, a time frame that for an elf of her kind that was honestly minimal.  The only kind of life she knew.<br/><br/>"...You...Didn't gawk at me...Whispering...So many people whispering... Staring... Pointing... Hating.... People I knew...But now...I no longer understand...I-"<br/><br/>She'd cut herself off at this point.  Thinking about it she'd bring her hand back to her cloak and hold it closed once more.  Even beyond the veil of the cloak one could easily tell just how lithe and meek the body underneath was.  Most nobles knowing only the coin and not the sword.  The mind and not the labor.<br/><br/>"Sorry...Should I just..."<br/><br/>Again she cut off.  She was soon to ask if she should go but in the end did not.  She couldn't bring herself to for the moment the sentence formed fully in her head did she again shiver.  She feared the moment she'd step outside and into the crowds again it would be hear life.  Something she was slowly falling short of resigning herself to.