“I can’t believe you just did that! AGAIN!” a human male said as he ran down the street slightly behind a cloaked figure that seemed to be beating her own path as she ran down alleyways and dodged in and out of darkness muttering “nope” as she passed each new door. Finally, she rounded the corner and spotted the tavern, exclaiming a loud “Yes!” to her partner before settling down to a normal pace as she headed toward the door. “Of course I did it again” she finally replied once she was halfway through the doorway, “He was unfortunate looking.” The man, who was actually winded, placed his hands on his knees just inside the doorway, gasping out his sentence to her as she looked around. “Unfortunate looking? He’s rich, Dessa. It doesn’t matter if he looks like the backside of a hobgoblin with those earrings he was trying to give you.” The girl, who was much shorter than he huffed, throwing the hood of her cloak back as she plopped down at a table and ordered them both a drink. “Do I look like I need earrings that big? I only would have need of them if I actually courted him. One would need earrings that big to stifle the sound of his mindless prattle. Every single time he opened his mouth, I wanted to stuff one of my socks in there to make the atrocious sound stop!”<br/><br/>The human tried to hold back a grin, feigning upset. “I suppose it’s for the better. I thought your cousin was going to blow a gasket that your father sent yet another man to try and win your finicky heart.” She clapped a tattooed hand over her heart, dramatically acting wounded. “Faeron, you wound my heart! Finicky? Me?  Hardly. I just have standards unlike many women in this place.”<br/><br/>With a glance around the room, the girl’s eyes fell on those talking at the bar and she took a moment’s pause. “You know, they’re going to come looking for you, and I don’t want to be here when they do.” The man called Faeron said. Interrupting her thoughts. She gave him what could only be described as a dismissal wave, “Fine, go home then. That way you can honestly say you are not with me. I’ll see you tomorrow. I think I may stay in the inn tonight.” She then grinned, “I wonder how long it will take that baffoon to realize that I’m not in the bathroom.” Faeron shrugged, “My guess would be a longer time than it will take Darius. Farewell, Dessa.” He then stood and made his way back to the door, looking back and her and shaking his head in exasperation before making his way back onto the street.<br/><br/>All things considered the half-elf that was left sitting alone at the table looked fairly common save for the sizable signet ring on her finger. Long white hair was tied up in a messy bun at the base of her neck, and a bit of dirt was present on the back of her wrists. She looked almost as if she were trying to impersonate nobility in a way, but the way she carried herself even without meaning to said otherwise. With a wave to a server she ordered a drink, sitting back in her chair with a satisfied grin and muttered to herself. “I’ll get married when I’m dead.”<br/>