Aliyasa Kirov spent months traveling from a northern Illiander city.  She is an odd elf unwelcomed in her own city , and forced away from the city. Though it was most likely due to her uncanny rebellious side. Good bad what does it matter? She limped up to the large silver iron gates that were the welcome sign of a new city.<br/><br/>The guards looked almost tired and worn out with the fact that this odd fog began to stretch over the land. Her long light brown hair tangled behind her back due to having no luxury of items whatsoever. In fact they looked like they need a nice wake up.<br/><br/>Slowly she limped up to the man leaning against the large silver iron gates. His green eyes arched a little when she made her way to him.<span style="font-style: italic">â€œ What do you want elf?â€</span>His eyes crinkled in a rather rude manner. This is typical due to the elf stereotype of elves. They are untrustworthy and unreliable or so the saying goes with the outside world.<br/><br/>â€œ Well I am highly injured on my heel , and i need to see a medic. I am a high traveler, and i know the typical view of my kind. Alisar is unwelcoming of my kind, but could you do a large favor and allow an injured girl to get the right treatment?â€ She winked holding out 10 gold coins that were practically screaming suspicion.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œ Eh, Donâ€™t do anything problematic , and do what you have to do, welcome to Alisar. â€œ </span>The silver iron gates resounded allowing her to enter the city. The minute she was past the gates her leg stopped limping, and she traveled down the dusty road. Until a certain tavern caught her attention.<br/><br/>She entered the tavern making her way to the back of the tavern , slinking into the back side of the booth preparing to sleep.  This was the only place for her to sleep , and she was not going to stay long after she gets some money for some odd jobs.