Melina stood quietly in front of the man as she struck down against the table looking a bit disturbed by his response.<strong>"What do you mean you don't know about them? You kept going off about how you knew everything going around in this city and yet you don't know about them?"</strong>She spoke out glaring at him as he seemed all the more dismissive of her. She let out a sigh as she grabbed the scroll containing the rather usual holy symbol upon it and rolling it up. She put the little band back on to keep it sealed away as she reached back slipping the paper back into the small compartment on her backpack.<strong>"I'll check back here sometime in the future. You better have information about it." </strong>She spoke rather intimidatingly towards him as she walked out the door. Her rather uniquely shaped cloak lightly lifted in the air from the gush of air from closing the door behind her. She let out a soft sigh as the rather lightly dressed half-elf stood now alone on the street. She didn't like to intimidate people, but the fact he didn't seem to want to speak with her and the fact he had made such bold claims of himself and yet didn't back them up only left her feeling frustrated.<br/><br/>Melina was a sorceress, talented at a rather young age that lived in solitude. She could be a bit awkward socially and at times rather intimidating without intending to be.<em>If you can brag about it, you better back it up.</em>Her view on people was a bit uneasy. She didn't particularly hate anyone and in fact was a rather gentle person. She always did her best to seem tough around others feeling the need to show herself being strong and not give in any weaknesses. Most people simply feared her for her magic that did not have the means to fight themselves which only was aided further by rumors locally where she was from that she had a bad habit of 'lighting people ablaze who crossed her', which... while partly true, was only due to some odd circumstance that wasn't her fault. She had been questioned of her ability to even use magic and, being the rather proud girl she was, showed that magic which accidentally ended up catching the man's clothing aflame. For the most part, no one really seemed to try to get to know her or actually stood up as an equal to her. It left a lingering feeling inside her of loneliness she hid away with her research in magic and the stars.