At first, things did not seem as though they were about to look up for Sbatarra. Almost everyone who paid attention to her looked spiteful, looking as though they were considering spitting on her. However, her luck would soon turn.<br/><br/>From out of an alleyway stepped an old, toothless man who rested on a knobbly cane. His gnarled hands looked like they had seen enough wear to be set for several centuries. Wispy hair of the purest white hung over his head and bobbed slightly as he approached the dark elf. Upon closer inspection, it was apparent that his eyes were cloudy; he was blind. In spite of this, he still looked Sbatarra square in the eye. "My, aren't you a bit tall for your kind?" he croaked. "I have seen nary a single elf in Burland Castle for some time now. Then again, neither have I seen anything for many a season. What would happen to bring you to this place?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>