She nods, turning the pistols over to the blonde. "I am an elf. A dark elf or dok alfar in the Scandie tongue. You can call me Misery." sjhe was about to say more when the thunder struck. Rattling the windows of the store. She spun, fingers crooked for spell casting. Throwing a lookat Francis, she ran out of the trading post. "What was that?" Her eyes flicking about the sky.