While the guards behavior drew her interest, the call of the forest was greater.  She felt no concern for herself as she passed the guards, for she had done nothing to warrant their attentions.  Her stay within the city had been quiet and uneventful.  She had stayed to the wider streets where she could more easily avoid people, or in her room.  Once the taproom downstairs became crowded, her room was her only real haven.<br/><br/>Nearing the forest, her pace increases, moving through the grasses with nary a sound, nor a track to follow.  As she enters the forest, she presses her hands to a tree and leans into it, inhaling the fragrance of the bark, and the sweet scent of forest loam that surrounded her.  This was her true home, out in the wilds of Faerun, even in the rather tame wilds so close to the city.  This forest had been home to the elves long before humans crawled from their caves, long before the Crown Wars had rent the Elven Nation.  She entered the forest more fully, and even gave thought to stashing her gear and taking her tiger form, to run and play, and even hunt within the forest, to expend her pent up frustrations and energy.  To do that, however, would require her to delve much deeper in the forest, lest a patrol spot her and send out warnings.