Walking the cobbled streets she grinned as a she caught a few people staring. She wasn't particularly vain but it did feel nice to be noticed every once in a while. Drawing down on the main building she looked it over. A simple structure with a little ornate set of steps and entrance arch. Large solid wooden doors banned with iron stood before her as she mounted the steps. Without waiting she entered and looked around. The Inside of the building was two rooms. The main room, and a smaller room tucked behind it for private meetings. The main room was circular and hosted twelve ornate chairs atop a black marble floor with a thirteenth chair being set straight before the door against the other side of the room and upon a raised dais. This was where the current leader of Fienster would sit unless they deemed otherwise.<br/><br/>A soft grin stretching her lips as she took note of the man sitting on the chair she nodded to him. "Hello Borgen." she said in a casual tone. Borgen was the current ruler of Fienster and one of the few people Ellifain found to her liking. She had gotten acquainted with the man over an incident that involved her breaking his son's arm for his sense of spirit.<br/><br/>She saw the man flash a warm grin before Leaning back in his chair. "Goddess greetings Ellifain." he said in his deep rich voice. She noted the man's long dark hair had been recently upkept and his beard neatly trimmed. His green eyes flashing mirthfully at her as he awaited her expected response.<br/><br/>Placing her heels together she gave him a tight bow, grinning the entire time then promptly looked at him and asked "So. How's your son's arm?" The man's grin soon matched her own as he tried to keep himself from laughing. It was a subject that filled him with endless humor.<br/><br/>The man's son, Dorin was easily seven feet tall and thickly corded with muscle. His forearm alone was probably as big as his fathers head and he was an impressive figure to behold. However, one night deep in his ale, he made several aggressive passes at Ellifain. After trying tactfully to rebuff the man while keeping his pride upheld, she soon found out that he was to far into a stupor to understand anything but direct tactics. After pointedly telling him that he was both to young for her and not to her suiting, he proceeded to grab her waist. At which point she'd had enough.<br/><br/>With the speed well known of her people, she latched on to his right forearm in an under-wristed hold. With all the self restraint she could muster she then curled her right fist and left her index knuckle protruding and pressed it forcefully into the man's arm only releasing when she heard it snap.<br/><br/>"He has learned that some flowers carry thorns." the man said laughing and shaking his head. However soon his face fell somber and he said "Someone has preceded you here." Nodding to an area just behind the large open doors to her left he looked back at her and she suddenly dropped her hand to her waist where she kept a well honed dagger.<br/><br/>Stepping from behind the door was a woman she knew well. Her long silver hair and matching eyes ones that Ellifain wouldn't forget.<br/><br/>"Ilona..." she said softly....