<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f0/52-1.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/CF_1971.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Taruviel Songwind</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1V4wG1d5WOIcIkYU8wV6ow2bGYE5Qp2iD-W1D8zvMfus/edit)<br/><br/>Thank you for your blessing, sir," a red haired young elf spoke.  She gave the glaive-armed priestess a smile.  "My name is Taruviel.  I'm kind of...  New here I guess?  I heard there was an adventurer's guild--a good place to test myself and grow in knowledge and power.  Besides that, though, all I know about the woman who sent us here is that she's been buying my drinks since I came in."<br/><br/>When the young elf had come in the night before, she'd been dressed like a wood elf ranger, with heavy clothes, fitted leathers, and a cloak.  Only the lack of a bow diminished the image.  Today--having come down ready for trouble but not ready for the road--she looked more like a sun elf lady knight, with taut midriff bared, breastplate fitted to a feminine chest, and a skirt of armor.  The light, slender blade--though not as deadly as heavier weapons--made good use of elven grace and speed.  Again, only one thing detracted from the image.  The armor was polished leather, not gleaming elven steel.<br/><br/>The same girl showing two very different faces.<br/><br/>"Give me a moment before we continue."<br/><br/>Taruviel moved to the door on the left and quietly pressed her ear to it, trying to hear the people on the other side.