The elf was watching the pair as they woke, and the man moved slightly faster, sliding out of the bed and presenting himself almost as if a target.  Her eyes couldn't help but dip up and down his figure, noting that he was nude beneath the sheets and either unconcerned about showing his body or far more concerned about the crossbow bolt.  The woman in the bed sat up and pulled the sheet with her, her sleep matted hair, short to begin with, was wild and spiked around her head.  She drew a breath in as if to scream, but a simple shake of the elf's head along with a narrowing of her brows convinced the woman to remain quiet and do as she was told.<br/><br/>As the smith's daughter slid from the bed, clutching the sheet to her breasts, the elf looked down at the chain she was holding.  It was standing straight out, pointing to the man.  There was no doubt, this was who she was looking for.  To the woman she said,<strong> "I am not going to harm either of you unless you do something stupid.  But I need you gone from here now.  Collect your clothes and be gone before I reach the count of twenty."</strong><br/><br/>The smith's daughter looked at Nirael as if for guidance, but the elf began counting out loud,<strong>"One...two...three..."</strong>The door to the bedroom slammed shut behind the muscular backside of the smith's daughter, her clothes in her arms, before the count hit eighteen.  The elf turned back to face Nirael and then unlatched the trigger on the crossbow.  Bringing it down to her belt, it vanished when it touched one of the silvery metal studs.<strong>"Catch stud."</strong>She said moving her other arm in a tossing motion.<br/><br/>She let go of the chain and the object attached to it flew towards Nirael as if it had been shot from a bow.  He managed to get his hand up just in time to catch the object.  It was small, smaller than an average coin.   Rounded for the most part featuring concentric rings that radiated from the center and a stylized wing branching from the top.  But there was something wrong with it.  It was obviously broken, some other part missing.  Yet it felt good and right in his hand, as if it somehow just belonged in his hands, he knew not why.<br/><br/>The elf woman, now disarmed for all that Nirael could see, reached up and pulled the black scarf from about her face, letting it settle across her shoulders and collar.<strong>"Miss Whisperlight,"</strong>she said as she exposed her features, flawless and perfect, an almost unearthly beauty.  Certainly not the type of face one would expect to see on an assassin or thief.<strong> "But call me by my first name, Lunari.  I'll have your name as well, and then we must flee, immediately.  I am glad I found you first, but I know not how much further behind the others are that will be seeking you.  But they could be here as early as first light.  I will explain later if you agree to collect what you need and come with me."</strong>She grit her teeth then and added,<strong>"If you know of a place where we can hole up, some place safe, secure...."</strong>She grinned wryly and added,<strong>"...some place that would be harder to break into than a simple tavern.  We should head there.  Otherwise we're best served heading out of town, east or south, and quickly if you value your life."</strong><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Since you speak elvish, you know the name Lunari is a common form of the elvish name Lu'anari, which is elvish for 'moon touched'.  This might be her real name or it might be a monikier given her profession.  It is too hard to tell at this point.</div></div>