She could feel the eyes boring into her back as she neared the limits of her forest village. She had never really been well liked in the first place but that always suited her just fine. The average elf had no use for her, nor her for them. She had learned from a young age that she was all she would ever need and that relying on others only lead to disappointment.<br/><br/>"To the hells with them." she muttered to herself as she made her way through the various trails that would lead her out of the forest and towards her destination. A human settlement called Fienster, it also was home to quite a few undersided brigands of which she would possibly have to coax into giving her information.<br/>"They want me to say a bloody dragon..." she muttered to the empty air, her footfalls making not a sound or leaving a trace of her passing as she walked the leaf strewn paths both alert and yet self reflective. She knew just what this was about. She had made a pass at one of the Elders' daughters and lashed out when she had been mocked by the young woman and ridiculed for her tastes. Though it was half a century ago, elves rarely forgot anything and their politics were slow and brutal. Something and elf said to you today could very well be just one part of a plan spanning centuries.<br/><br/>Her mind began to wander over the political nature of her race and she couldn't help but notice serious contrasts. Some of her people acted so much like human's when it came to politics. Quick to get a hand on the situation and seize what control and power they could, where as the average elf did things extremely slowly.<br/><br/>She quickly forced herself to push the thoughts aside and focus on the task at hand. So she was being punished. So what? So they knew it was pretty much a death sentence. Who cared? Its not like they could make her go fight the behemoth of a beast. She could always say that there were reports that the item she was after, the artifact of Illia, wasn't one taken by the beast in the first place. That it was taken by bandits or any number of other conceivable tales. Telling stories was one of her specialties. She had an innate talent for coaxing people from difficult positions but there were limits to this talent.<br/><br/>Shaking her head she sighed wearily as she reached the edge of the forest and set her eyes on the gray low walled city of Fienster. It really wasnt much to look at. Nothing but a few buildings and houses lining two intersecting main roads and a few smaller avenues branching off from that. It wasn't even well defended and the wall could be hopped by an elven child on a dare. Then there was the ugly grey stone color and the smells wafting up the hill from the small town.<br/><br/>Sighing to herself and eying a plume of smoke rising from the main building, the Conclave of Chiefs, she picked a weary path down the slope and headed towards the city.