She crept around the corner of the Inn, expecting to surprise some delinquents in the middle of their troublemaking.  Instead she found something that was... different!  A man, well he seemed like a man. The size of a midget, but he was perfectly formed.  Kind of maybe like a hobbit from one of those fantasy movies.  Tara shook her sable head and narrowed those blue eyes further as if trying to make out what must certainly be lost in the darkness.  "Hello? You're very short..."<br/><br/>A snapping sound from behind her, reminded her of the burning bush out in front of the Inn, in the commons.  "Did you set that?"  She couldn't bring herself to ask him if his parents knew because there seemed to be something much older in his warm dark chocolate eyes, than any teenager could have.  Feeling conspicious and for some reason, she didn't want to draw attention to this person, she knelt down, her own sapphire eyes traveling over his outlandish costume.  Knowing that it wasn't anywhere near Halloween, she didn't understand it.  "Are you pretending to be a hobbit or something?"<br/><br/>She was close enough to him, to smell of warmth, of ale and meat pies, but not in an unpleasant way, more like it felt homey and comfortable.  "You have alot of bags there. Some of the colors were bright and drew her eyes but they returned to his unusual face. Sweet but not childlike. Suddenly she realized that his situation was more precarious than she had thought, in the darkness she had thought he was just in a normal shrub, but now!  "Oh no! You're in Aunt Mary Lin's favorite roses!"<br/><br/>Glancing around she reached forward and tried to help him extricate himself from the greedy rose bush, scratching her own hands in the process. "Ouch!" The sharp copperish scent of blood trailed off of her hand from the gouges she'd receive.  She leaned back and shook her head, "Well you've certainly gotten yourself into a painful tangle here!"