Esme padded rather soundlessly through the woods, or so she thought, while her mind, her thoughts, drifted over the events that brought her here to these very words, and it pained her to think of the betrayal, especially by her love and all for money.<em>Half elves. Perhaps it is the nature of human blood corrupting the elven blood.</em>Esme loathed the thought and her lips pursed together and formed a small sultry pout.<br/><br/>She stopped to take in her surroundings hoping that she was still walking away from the dragon and not circling back. She breathed, deeply, drinking in the air of the woods which seemed cool to her and idly Esme picked a bramble out of the hem of her skirt as she tried to collect her wits. Only then did she notice the wounded soldier resting on the ground with his equipment cast to the side. She had no intention of going near him, and she could only hope that the soldier's wounds were grave enough to distract him while she cautiously walked though the thinning wood.