<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/FSI343P.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Shiloh Tien</span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=332525.msg15850549#msg15850549)<br/><strong>Tier:</strong> Green<br/><strong>Level:</strong> 1<br/><strong>Job Class:</strong> Archer<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Day 1, Late Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Food Stalls<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Geb (exit), Alanis, Delixia | OPEN<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Dessert Stall Seller, Amelia, Micah (NPCs)</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">“Oh.” To Geb’s sudden violence, the pale woman only uttered a soft murmur of disappointment.<br/><br/>The bickering couple from before had made Shiloh nervous. And in her nerves she had stumbled and fussed all over her... <em>peer</em>. She had been so excited to meet someone less like... them and more like her. She had thought that she would have more in common with other competitors in the Tournament, than with the privileged people of Caerduja, but.... well, was she not supposed to make friends with her competition? Was the Tournament really a duel to the death? She had offended him, the darkened, armoured man, <em>somehow</em>. In Caerduja, her silence was annoying but her voice was offensive.<br/><br/><em>Oh dear.</em> Her gloved hands suddenly twisted tightly around the handle of her bow, before the dessert seller spoke. <br/><br/><em>As much food as she wanted?</em> Shiloh looked over and blinked her wide, dark eyes at the woman. Surely, food here was not… unlimited. In Oliarin… In Oliarin… Shiloh swallowed. This woman would not want to be bothered by her somber past. And so, instead… “Oh no, that is very kind of you, but completely unnecessary.” Shiloh’s rejection of her wares was almost too rehearsed, though she did not know what a… <em>éclair</em> was. Oliarin didn’t have those. If there was a baker on the island, they made bread. Bread was more important that dessert. Shiloh’s pale lips pressed together, and she gave the woman a careful, humble nod of appreciation before she explained in a calm, soft voice. “My competitor threatened me, but he threatened me with my death. I greatly fear many things, but I have never feared death. I am from Oliarin. Death has been by my side my entire life; it would be strange if it did not travel with me to Caerduja as well…”<br/><br/>Shiloh did not want to be pitied. For a moment, things were… calmer. But only for a moment. Excitement, camaraderie, and a flutter of wings. “Oh dear, I would never...” Shiloh quickly protested to the winged, female knight, with a nervous toss of her grey hair. “You <em>are</em> young but…” her dark eyes looked down at Amelia as she selected a stunning, floral cupcake, then back up at the jovial knight. She had a visitor’s badge too. Another competitor. How nice it would be to travel with friends. All of Shiloh's friends were elderly, and could not make the journey to Caerduja. They could not journey anywhere, not anymore... “I would never shove someone simply to gain a trinket first.” She swallowed carefully again, keeping her hands on her bow in front of her dark, embroidered cape as she watched them. These knights <em>joked</em> about <em>violence</em>. If Shiloh shoved anyone who resided in Oliarin, their brittle bones would snap in two and shatter in agony and in pain. This... there was no humor in that.<br/><br/>The <em>wish</em>… The wish that stole the violence from Oliarin… Only took the violence <em>from</em> Oliarin. Everywhere else it seemed, was full of it.<br/><br/>“I… Oh.” Shiloh took a timid step backward as another young woman approached the dessert stall, too. Her white hair was so soft it gleamed in the bright, cool sun. There were many people at the dessert stall now, and the seller told this lady to politely move away. She… was a competitor too. Shiloh had so many curious questions. These young women… One had wings, the other had ears that could catch even the tiniest of whispers. Did they have skin that was cold to the touch, too? “I am nothing special, I assure you… I…” her small voice trailed off as the white haired woman seemed concerned. <em>Built for mayhem? Built for security? Was it her height or her bow that unnerved everyone here?</em> And if it was her bow…<br/><br/>Her gloved hands turned along its carved wood again. Shiloh was not ready to be without her bow, not in a place filled with violence – and now – mayhem. She felt so overwhelmed. If she was at home… If she was in Oliarin… “Excuse me, I…” her big, dark eyes darted between all of them. The nice seller, the winged knight and her loud friends, the small lady who gleamed and spoke in riddles. “Caerduja <em>is</em> very easy to get lost in. Is there someone who can polish and sharpen my arrows before the tournament begins? I would greatly appreciate any direction… well, that <em>any</em> of you could give.”<br/><br/>Shiloh bowed again, keeping her grey haired head as low and as gentle as she could manage. She did not want to be pitied, but she did not want to be feared either. Other people <em>had</em> to like Oliarin, after all.</span>