Leithianen had trudged through the horrible city for what felt like hours. It was absolutely overwhelming, the number of people packed into one small space. The old run down homes in the slums that fit entire families into a space no larger than the front room of her home, to the spacious estates of the wealthy who tried to cozy up closest to the royal homes. THe constant noise assaulted her ears, while the smells, good gods the smells. It was no wonder humans lived such short lives, they were absolutely filthy!<br/><br/>It was a little better when she found the docks. At least then the occasional breeze from the ocean fought away the stench of chamberpots dumped into the gutters of the streets, or the seemingly endless number of beggars who accosted her throughout the city. She had nearly pulled her slender elven sword more than once, sending those that followed her scattering, and anytime she approached a guards, the children that begged, or waited for a chance to get their hands on her coin purse would disperse. She could not understand how anyone could want to live like this, surrounded by stone and wood, no trees... except for a few in the park she spotted on the other side of town and wandered through till a guard escorted her out, telling her it was a royal garden... as if trees belonged to royalty alone!<br/><br/>Finally she had spotted the proper tavern after getting directions from several guardsmen and getting lost in the streets several times. She entered, waiting by the door to allow her eyes to adjust to the dim light within, then relaxed. She got a few looks, doubtless there weren't a great many elves that frequented this place, but unlike some other establishments she'd had the misfortune to visit, nobody here seemed as if they would trouble her about her heritage. She spotted a cloaked person heading to the back and the guard mention the paper. Realizing what was needed she fished her own out of one of her bags.<br/><br/>"Care for a drink elf?" The bartender asked, as she began to walk past.<br/><br/>Lei eyed him and then the general condition of the tavern, "No, I am sure I will face enough dangers soon enough without adding to them."<br/><br/>The bartender thought about her words for a moment as she started off then as he realized his 'fine' establishemnt had been insulted let out a loud, "Hey!" and then a muttered, "Damn elves."<br/><br/>She handed her paper to the man who guarded the room and entered, seeing the robed figure seated all ready, and a younger looking woman who was apparently a criminal of some sort also present.  She found a seat opposite the robed woman, removing her bow and quiver and resting them against the wall close at hand. "Good day," she said simply to the others as she took her seat.