<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/ff/f2/13/fff213e638267735006aea4fcd811023--character-concept-concept-art.jpg)</div><br/>Frethai smiled as Tinalia squeezed her hand. Until then she hadn't really thought about the possiblity that the human might not like being touched like that. She paused for a second on Tinalia's question. "I was born here. Both my parents were with the society, both in search of memories they lost. I've traveled around a lot though. Chiskisk tends to take me along when she travels."<br/><br/>She guided Tinalia through the corridors and they ended up at a small room that could charitably be called a dive. Inside there were maybe a dozen people, mostly looking like labourers or thugs. The Elf looked at Tinalia. "Don't let the appearance fool you. The owner worked in bars around the pact, but he seems to prefer what he calls 'normal people'. So he offers his services to the local inhabitants."<br/><br/>