<span style="color: DarkOrchid">"I wouldn't call myself a saviour Alena as I too have to destroy. The elven blood is a curse and a gift at the same time yet it gives us eternal life we see things that no one should see in a one life time but we experience it many times since we do not grow old the only escape from it is death. Some of my kin cannot handle the hundreds  of years they have watched flow by, their spirits become restless and their blood boils some even start to commit unspeakable acts whilst some people just end their life quickly so they can ascend and know peace once more."</span>Velvaina picks up another shot glass looking it before tilting her head back once more drinking the contents. She crunched her face together as she swallowed the alcohol provided it looked like she wasn't keen on the drink provided for her but it was a gift to her and she was so thirsty at this point she would nearly drink anything. She continued to speak again looking questionably at Alena.<br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid"><br/>
"You would take a rescue from me? I do not understand, you do not look like someone who needs saving Alena, When the near battle occurred you was between both of them stopping either one of them taking a life. And yet you did it without destroying a life, one of the most precious things which people just waste their lives away whilst most of my people know we have to end our own at some point."</span>She would pick up another shot drinking it whole once more moving her hand to the fourth one gripping it between a finger and thumb<br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid"><br/>
"I must tell you Alena this has been the strangest festival in a tavern that I have seen in my hundred and twenty seven years of living. But may I ask what made you do duty in a place like this?"</span>She tapped the shot glass between her fingers whilst awaiting an answer she would let out a small yawn covering her hand with her mouth to not be rude. It was obvious she was interested in the conversation but her body was showing signs of tiredness as her she leaned back into the chair her shoulders slumping down to their lowest form. She would even grab a piece of hair and start twirling it about in her fingers. She would could both eyes fixated upon Alena she still had so many more questions she wished to asked but she needed to get the answers for the ones she asked in the first place.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>