Elena stared at him for quite a while, enjoying his insecurities with an inkling of pride that she was wearing what she was wearing. She had never seen him before,<em>strange</em>she thought to herself, staring into his eyes silently, sensing that he was in an uncomfortable position. She gave a slight satisfactory nod as she made his braid out with her eyes, a man who grew his hair could only be appreciated. But when the scream broke the silence and he began to scuffle, her temperament fell to a more serious tone.<br/><br/>Racing behind him, she poked her head curiously out the door, imitating his head motion, looking from left to right to straight forward but seeing only darkness. When he turned to her with desperation in his voice, begging her to hustle, she nodded and ran towards the back of the Inn, through the kitchen doors, shutting them with an inevitable bang, and ripped her night clothes off.<br/><br/>On the kitchen counter, where she kept all her possessions, she slipped into her clothes as quickly as possible, unavoidably sounding a clatter here and there from the dishes that lay all around both the floor and the counter. Fully clothed, she grabbed the remaining items on the counter, sheathing her daggers into the pouches onto her back, tying her sash around her waist, and laying her pouched-belt over it with all her belongings within it. She held her bells in her hand as she burst back through the doors and stood behind the unknown man who she now had to trust to escort her to the Wizard Tower. She froze for a moment, wondering if it were adequate to question his morals and where his loyalty lay, seeing as times were so dire that trust was a major concern for everyone. She ran her hand across her neck, frowning at him for a moment before she realized what was missing.<br/><br/>"My Amethyst!" She gasped, turning around frantically and scanning the floor for her one last memory of her parents. She turned over pillows and flung fabrics that lay loosely scattered across the floor aside in search for her most valuable birth-stone. Finally, among some scattered books on the bar, she found the leathery rope that was sticking out among the books, masking the Amethyst completely. She pulled it out and slipped it over her head, finally sighing out in relief and turning back to the waiting escort at the door.<br/><br/>"I'm ready." She verified, giving him a suspicious look before laying the matter of whether or not he was trustworthy aside for now and falling in step with him.