<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/b1/d8/ea/b1d8ea1a767fcf81495b56f03181495c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vanyalanthiriel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245537.msg12137541#msg12137541)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Old Bastion Keep | Near Front Entrance<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hiei Barzod | Open<hr/><br/><em>Might I ask what it is you were doing?</em><br/><br/>Vanyalanthiriel’s lengthy eyebrows lifted a small fraction and dark eyes widened when she found herself at the receiving end of the sword carrier’s pointed questions. Her surprise did not last long though as it was quickly replaced by defensiveness, arms folding protectively across her leather armored chest. Plain as the luminous moon overhead the buildings and all else in the world, she could see the unspoken accusations glinting within his eyes even before he parted his mouth to let his poison further spill forth like ink upon vulnerable parchment.<br/><br/>“And who are you exactly to ask questions of me?” Vanyalanthiriel brushed off his question with one of her own as she stared unwaveringly at his face, not moving an inch from her relaxed position against the door. Despite her growing irritation, no sharpness marred her voice. She did find it necessary to grit her teeth against each other to prevent a more discourteous retort from following the question though.<br/><br/>His expression was not foreign to her. She had seen it many times before upon the faces of merchants and fellow adventurers alike when they realized exactly what she was. Despite their hesitations and sometimes outright ill treatment, she did not fault them for such because she was prone to sneaky behavior. However, this time, she had not done anything to aid such judgement. Getting fresh air was not a crime or unacceptable in Old Bastion Keep. At least, it was not the last time she skimmed over the thick tome handed to them at the onset of their waking into this world.<br/><br/><em>Let me see if I can guess, I don't smell smoke…</em><br/><br/>Again, he confused her and the obviousness of it was written plainly across her elfish features. Smoke?  Her nose twitched faintly, back and forth, against the chilled air, searching for the hidden undercurrent of cigars underneath the strong scent of food coming from where many of her fellow guild members still lingered around the blazing fireplace.<br/>You didn't burn the only thing worth seeing in this office.<br/><br/>It became all too clear what he suspected of her upon hearing those awful words. Her cheeks actually darkened with the presence of her temper, one which threatened to spiral out of control. In a desperate effort to control her more violent urges, she buried her nails into the palms of her hands, inflicting stinging pain upon herself to resist the rising urge to do bodily harm to him. Vanyalanthiriel might not be the most enthusiastic of team players, like some, but neither would she thwart everyone else’s chances to secure her own.<br/><br/><em>So I'm guessing you either took or copied the maps kept inside right? </em><br/><br/>Unable to maintain her voluntary silence for another second, the slender elf pushed from the heavy wooden door, hood slipping from her head due to the force of it, as she stepped purposefully in her direction. “If you must know,” she said slowly in the most condescending of tones. “I have done neither. Also, I find your continuously prying into my affairs to be distasteful. Rather than attempt to guess at my actions, I advise you to simply ask a direct question. It would save us both heaps of tone because I will simply tell you to mind your own business and be done with it.”<br/><br/><em>I'm also guessing; whatever your reasons, that you do not wish to join in a group.</em><br/><br/>Vanyalanthiriel’s stance ebbed free of the tension coiled inside of her as she walked around where he stood, apparently done with the conversation. It was not until he spoke his next observation did she stop in the middle of the pathway. Turning around, she opened her mouth to really let him have a piece of her mind but her ability to speak became temporarily nonexistence due to the fact that she almost bumped into him due to their proximity and the hastiness of her movement.<br/><br/>Her silence gave him the perfect opportunity to speak his offer without interruption. He was indeed a baffling one. Vanyalanthiriel had figured that whatever reason brought him to her would have been eliminated, destroyed really, by her lack of receptiveness to him. And yet, he preserved, even if foolishly, towards his original goal. He would probably die within a day or so with such temperament. Upon noticing his directing gesture, she shifted her gaze to the sword resting securely upon his back before she averted her eyes to stare down the street. It was not particularly busy. Most people had retreated indoors to prepare for the next day or find entertainment away from the chilly temperatures.<br/><br/>“Fine,” she yielded with a shake of her hair, hardly able to believe the fact that she agreed herself, as she lifted her hand to push back an errant strand of her hair. “I’ll meet you here at dawn.”<br/><br/>“Vanyalanthiriel,” she offered her name before she lifted her hand to prevent him from butchering it with his clumsy tongue. “You may call me Vanya.”<br/>