A figure moved across the sandy dunes, from one patch of shrubbery to the next. It was as silent as the shadows that the harsh sun seemed dedicated to eradicating. The watering hole was in sight, the oasis that would certainly have some prey that would ensure survival. Creeping forward, piercing brown eyes cast about to take in the surroundings. Amid the few stunted palms lounged a young Inix, a reptilian creature with hard, yet flexible plates on its back. It would be a tough fight as inix were docile but incredibly strong when angered and there would be other easier prey to be found. Even in the harsh wasteland sometimes patience was a valuable virtue. Scanning around there seemed to be no other creatures right now but that was not surprising as it was the hottest part of the day.<br/><br/>The being strode forward on long lean legs, bare from the knee down and covered in thin flexible leather from the knee up. The fierce eyes scanned about again as the water loomed closer. Tyl'ra stretched her body, all six feet and two inches of it until her spine cracked. She lowered the head scarf wrapped around her head and covering her mouth. With a sigh and a soft creak of leather she scratched lightly at her bare, tanned midriff before she bent down to filled her cupped hands with warm, tepid water and drank deep. It was then that her eyes caught something that she could not identify. She pulled out twin Carrakals, two bladed axes formed from the sharpened jaw bones of two mekillots that her tribe had killed. Advancing with a deliberate caution she approached the odd sight. It was black and glinted but it was definitely not obsidian.<br/><br/>It was a person. An odd looking person indeed but a person it was and the glint was... metal. This humanoid was strange indeed and well dressed. Tyl'ra jerked upright to her full height and whirled, trying to see in all directions at once. She suspected an ambush and when none came she crouched down quickly and roughly grabbed the being by the shirt, muttering about the stupidity of outlanders in her native elvish as she moved them into the meager shade of a small stand of trees. Immediately the barbaric elf began to check over the odd woman for wounds. It was not an issue of concern; she just did not want the scent attracting predators. She leaned in to feel the girl's breathing and her nose wrinkled at the soft feminine scent she smelt. Hands roamed over her body, feeling for broken bones and finding none. Why was this woman just laying here unconscious and dressed so oddly? How did one of the stupid city folk get this far out? And most of all, why did she look so strange?<br/><br/>It did not matter the elf supposed and began looking over the woman for things of value. The dagger sheathe caught her attention almost immediately and pulling the blade free of the odd sheathe Tyl'ra's eyes went wide. Never in her life had she seen a blade of this type and again her eyes darted around. A fierce smile split her lips and she started to more vigorously search the unconscious woman, not really paying any attention to her anymore. She had not woken up until this point so she was not too concerned and as soft as the woman looked she had little doubt the situation could be handled even if she did wake up. Her eyes felt upon the clenched hand and she reached up to pry it opened and see what other valuables this odd woman had<span style="color: darkorange">"Where are you from, odd one?"</span>She mumbled, poking at her chest with a long finger<span style="color: darkorange">"Where?" </span>She chuckled softly, giddy at her good fortune. The dagger meant that she would never have to struggle again. The rich nobles would pay handsomely for such an oddity. She would be able to take a bath, with clean water and eat all the delicacies her stomach could hold. While one hand moved to tug at the clenched figures, the other settled on her stomach. Her mouth watered at the thought and she smiled again.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>