The tavern held the typical Group of sailors and merchant's worn from a days labor in the harsh hot sun. The bar maid took her order quickly and hurried into the back. She was a  full blooded elf, and new. This was apparent from her shy nature and almost nervous deminor around the customers.<br/><br/>However you notice something off. Four other elves sit around a table hardly drinking at all. They are donned in the garb of the Pallidum Confederation, An organization of elven noble houses that styles themselves the government of the neighboring nation. They look around as though waiting for someone or something, the tables around them empty for obvious reasons. Their type are not common in the deserts of vardis.