After seeing the crowd in the tavern leave she emptied the wine glass like a trooper. Brushed her clothes off and headed for the bartender.<span style="color: #80FFFF">" Thank you, I do intend on coming back some day , please do not hold all of my kind as thieves."</span>Then walked out the tavern. Now , she knew that being late was well simply put not an option.<br/><br/>Her feet passed a lady who was muttering about ill will, and an elf who is as beautiful as the sun. Basically the woman was a supposed fortune teller so the world thought. This was most likely a scammar, and no one would ever say other wise. However. she was not one to rat or bother others. Instead , her feet carried her to the destination. Seeing the others waiting for her patiently.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FFFF">" Well , i know i'm late . but can you forgive a small minded elf. "</span>She ran a hand through her hair in a sheepishly lazy way.