Wrath, an elf of a unique nature stood atop a towering building that made the rest look impudent. He glared down at the city folk in thier meeger convosations. "What sort of place is this..." He thought to himself, his legs resting over the edge of the eagle pointed roof top, his eyes embured with a powerful green eyes inspecting the area for any interest that took place in this hole of a city.<br/><br/>He suddenly turned his attention towards a group of elves, one looking arngered by anouther that seemed to have been pushed to the floor. "Odd..." He couldnt understand the characteristics of this situation, to his mind the one that has been pushed over should be the one angered, and yet the rolls have been twisted around. "Such a twisted place..." He stood himself up and suddenly dived off the edge of the roof, landing on the ground harmlessly. His view as a stone gaze as he always constantly looked foward, the crowd in awe to such a rarety to find a perticulare elf such as this. However his cruel intent was not that of harmony or goodwill, infact Wrath was twisted inside and he himself didnt know what he would do.<br/><br/>"What is there to do...."