Thalia : http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8639 (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8639)<br/><br/>Thalia looked around the city as though she thought someone was lurking around every corner ready to attack her as she made her way through the dark city.  Some may find the behavior strange, but as a slave who had just escaped her owners just days before, it was all she knew to do.<br/><br/>It took her a little while, not used to anything outside the brothel she had been raised in, but eventually she found the tavern the nice stranger who had helped her out just hours after her escape by providing her with a hooded cloak to keep the fact that she was an elf hidden in some way other than using hair pins to keep her ears painfully trapped beneath her hair as she had done.<br/><br/>She cautiously approached the door and knocked the rhythm she had been taught on the door praying it hadn't been some sort of trap when the door opened.  Feeling she had everything to lose, she slowly made her way into the room of strangers and made her way over to the man who had helped her before, not remembering the man's name as she had only heard it once and angled her head so he could see her face before sitting down at his table, not daring to take off her hood.