Wrath's eyes shimmered from a honey-suckle to a lightning blue, suddenly standing up the audience that took note of this suddenly ran out shouting in fear, it was well known that Darkelves are amoungst the most deadliest and destructive race amoungst thier own kin, Wrath looked down at the girl. His eyes seemed endless in that lightning filled blue as if a thunderstorm brued within them. Suddenly breaking eye contact he left the inn leaving a few gold for the piss-tasting beverage. Mummbling under his breath "Stupid little knife-ears..." That was the name he refered to even his own kin, he never saw others as allies or even relation to him by blood or by race he prefered to be alone, a well known thief and assassin from where Wrath came from. He is known as one of the three legendary Nightingale, a trio that specialize in theavery, assassination and guardianship over the goddess they worship. Nocternal the Goddess of twilight and eternal darkness, also refered as lady luck.<br/><br/>Wrath burst the doors open with his powerful hands as the weak wooden doors smashed into two approaching guards, causing them to fall unconciouse from the force of contact from the doors, Wrath merely walked on the shattered remains of the door and even ontop of the guards, he never cared for city guards or the buisness of other elves that took an interest in him, all he cared for was the treasure he was sent to find and collect. His bow strapped tightly to his back, his dagger hidden under his qivered belt and his blade in public sight, it was shown as a enchanted blade of electricity due to the volts that would whirl around it. Wrath only ever kept it sheathed in public to ward off those whom would not even have the guts to appraoch him, it was a test in a sence.<br/><br/>"I've out-stayed my welcome here..." Noticing the guards catching wind of the smashed down door, Wrath was noticable to everyone, everything he wore was a jet-black ebony, a cloack along with a full face mask that hid his face accept for his eyes but still shrouded in darkness, the hood attacked to the cloak that covered the bak of his head and hair, light armor but with details of strength and power that was shown to have a six-pack along with more details of a depiction of men groveling on the floor whilst a cloacked woman with ravens perched on her arms merely looked down at the mortal men, Wrath also wore light armored boots, greaves and guantlets.<br/><br/>"Time to dissappear..." With them words Wrath ran into the crowd making his way towards the nearest city exit.