<div class="floatleft">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w172/minarou/7eabfbc7-e545-48bc-890b-b0123737f8c9.jpg)</div>Name: Lauriel<br/>Location: Inn's Common Room<br/>Tagging: Niko, Antoinette, Black, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Lauriel observed a little while longer the green men from her vantage point.  They did not appear to notice her as most of them entered the lone, out of way establishment - seeking food and lodging for the night, the elfmaid concluded - things she needed as well.  But her extreme curiosity and excitement over discovering the object of her quest pushed such needs and comforts aside as she pattered toward the green men’s rumbling beasts, situated nearby, and started her investigation.<br/><br/>Upon reaching behind the largest of the three ‘beasts’ she reached out to touch it. Her fingers retracted but touched again the creature’s skin when there was no reaction from it. She could tell it was made out some kind of metal, like armor.  Could this be its platting? And it did not emit any thundering sound like she remembered hearing from once before.  It sat still, silent.  It must be asleep.<br/><br/>Her scrutiny came to an end when two of the green men suddenly appeared and accosted her.  But they did not appear threatening, and wore funny looks on their faces.  They were smiling but acted rather awkward; trying to convey something to the elf girl, but Lauriel could not understand a word they were saying.<br/><br/>“Green Men, I wish to have a word with you?” she said, as if her words and speech were any better in being understood.<br/>Lauriel then remembered seeing a fellow elfmaid among the company of the green men who seemed overly familiar with them.  She must have been with them for quite some time, and may have learned a lot of their customs, and language.  Lauriel decided to see this elf, if only to get her thoughts and intentions across to these people.<br/><br/>Abruptly leaving the two men where they stood Lauriel headed for the entrance of the establishment.  Upon entering her senses received sights, sounds, and smells which the elfmaid felt unaccustomed with unlike that back in her village.  Myriad eyes from races she only heard of, or have seen for the first time, greeted her with mixed reactions.  Each of the occupants spoke in their native tongue sounding nothing more than chittering gibberish to the elfmaid’s sensitive ears.  She grimaced and wrinkled her pert nose to the strong smells and aromas that wafted the establishment’s interior.<br/><br/>Sure enough Lauriel easily finds the rest of the green men, who mostly occupy the largest table in the place. A commotion of sorts was developing between them and two elven women who were acting too shameless in Lauriel’s eyes, while the elf girl in question, whom Lauriel was looking for, acted as sort of a go-between.  The whole scene resulted in a queer-looking girl, seated at a long table farther away, to voice out something audible that the elfmaid obviously could not understand but caused disapproving stares from the men in green.  Lauriel also recalled seeing her in the company of the group, but after seeing her up close something about her bother the elfmaid, and she could not put her finger in what it is at the moment.  She had to be wary of this one.<br/><br/>Mentally shrugging it off, she returns her focus on why she was here.  Confidently she strides to the elfmaid mediator.  “Sister,” she says in elvish, the only language she knows of, “please pardon me, but I am in need of your assistance.” So far so good, she thought and continues. “I wish you to convey my words to the Men in Green.  I wish to speak with them, if you don't mind?”<br/>