A young maiden of the age 16 began to sit at a small worn stool in the tavern her black hair had a single braid tied of with a redish rose pulled behind her ear..The ravonous young women was wearing an ontair of black high heels and a mud stained dress.Her travles bringing her far she rested here.Her yelow eyes and white,yet seemed to be sadened,face where rested upon her cold and tired arms.She gave a sigh.Ezmerelda this maiden was called.And she was an outcast, given a bad rep in her old town she searched for a new.

Silvan came in the tavern, as she did she stumbled and her legs gave out and she fell to the ground with a little thud. Her breath came out in gasps. she looked like she has been running awhile.

People where watching her as she came in. But she didn't care, all she cares about is getting to a chair and rest. She trys to stand but fall to the ground again.

Silvan started to cawil to a chair and climb up to it and sat down, while she did a man came over.

"Can I get you something m'lady." the man said.

"Water." she said. and the man left to get what she wants.

Ezmerelda began to chuckle slightly.Thenn as she turned in her chair she went to a near by hole small and tiny she began to pick at it.

Parisa walked into the tavern, looking around. Still unawarre of everything in Imythess, she cautiously sat in a chair, arranging her wings so they were less visible under her cloak. She noticed a young woman enter and collapse clumsily into a chair. She didn't understand what had happened to this girl, but she looked pained. 'It's none of my business why she got herself all beat up.' Parisa thought and remained where she was.

Her black cloak rustled slightly as she moved her feet. The darkness contrasted greatly with her thin pearl-like face. Her hood slid off, revealing long flowing silver hair, a deep blue framing her face: the sign of her heritage. She, too, had been outcast from her home, but it was a terribly strict place, and she hardly cared. Now she simply roamed around, looking for a small assasination or theft job. She was good at those.

When the batender came to her to ask what she wanted, she simply said nothing. Last time she'd had something here she'd almost thrown it up. Hard stuff this was, not even close to her home's warm drinks. She glanced around the dimly lit room, taking in all that was there.

The man came back with the water while Silvan got a coin and gave it to the bartender.
she grabs the water and drink it all down, when she was done she sat it on the table and just sat there.

After awhile her strength returned to her and she smiled has a man came over. He had a hood over his head like he didn't want to be seen.

"I see you that you have been busy." The man said. "So did you it right." The man had a evil smile on his face.

"Do it right, how are you suppose to do it right, I can't see how. And yes very busy lot of jobs, more jobs the more gold." Silvan laughed. "Gaurds never give up, but pull a little move on them and they give up, sometimes." She smiled.

Looking around carefully, Dromin slowly walked through a narrow alley. With no memory of who she was or what she had done earlier in her life, she felt somewhat unsafe in this dark city. She constantly had the feeling she was being watched, but as she looked around her, she couldn’t see anybody.
Dromin had been surprised to find that she could see in the dark as if it was a sunny day, but she got used to it after a while.
Suddenly feeling thirsty, she stopped in front of an old building. It was some kind of tavern, and she heard voices coming from inside the building. Dromin hesitated for a short while, but then stepped in.
The entire room was lighted by dozens of purple shining lanterns. In a corner of the room sat a young woman with silvery hair. Because she felt alone, Dromin walked in her direction.
“Good day,” she said smiling. “Do you mind if I sit here? I hate to be alone at a table.”

"And Whom says you have to?" Ezmerelda smiled fondly at him.She walked to the table andsmiled,"May I sit?"

Parisa saw the woman with black hair come near her. When she smiled, Parisa felt very unnerved but allowed her to sit. She nodded her approval and simply remained where she was. She wasn't one of the social types.

"I suppose," she said, "Why are you here?" Her voice was not kind, but not accusing. Parisa was just a curious elf. She always had been, it's what had gotten her exiled. She stiffened as the black-haired woman sat down. Her wings rustled slightly at the nearness of the stranger. She slid her thin hand into her cloak, grabbing the handle of her dagger, just in case.

Dromin noticed that the young woman wasn’t very happy to see her, but at least she allowed her to sit down. She sat down and saw that the other woman grabbed a dagger. Do I really look that dangerous? Dromin decided to ignore the fact that the woman with the silver hair had a weapon. Dromin didn’t think the woman would use it if she didn’t attack her first.
“I’m mainly here because I’m thirsty,” Dromin answered, while she put up her hand to call the innkeeper.
“Do you want to drink something?” he asked.
“Just water, please,” Dromin said politely. Then she turned round to the other woman again. “But if you want to know why I’m in this city, don’t ask me, ‘cause I don’t know that either. I seem to have complete loss of memory, so I can’t even properly introduce myself. But I believe my name is Dromin, though I’m not really sure of that. You haven’t seen me before, have you? I’m looking for someone who knows who I am.”

Silvan stared at the person who asked to sit here, but she still stared at the woman. the man handed a pouch to Silvan and she grabed it and tied it o her belt while she did the man sat down.

"You may sit if you want, you can call me Seandith and this man here is called aver, he is a friend." Silvan said, a evil smiling played across her face while her hand rested on the hilt of her Katana.

"So who are you then girl, since you want to sit here I will want to know who you are so I don't have to pull my katana on you to make you talk." she said with a smile.

"That is sirtenly understandable." she smirked."I am Ezmerelda Verendez a former piret and now pickpocket.I have the power of darkness with my staff and backpack." she smiled and nodded at the man and looked at the girl,"Your friend ey?" she said looking at the feachers of his face,"As in mate?"

Silvan smiled, while the man named Aver glared at the woman who sat at there table, Silvan smiled at Aver.

"Cheer up Aver, Ezmerelda just wants to sit here awhile, its not the end of Imythess now is it." She laughed.

"I know that, don't make me feel like am stupid Seandith." Aver said anger in his voice. After awhile he taked a deep breath and said, "Hello Ezmerelda sorry for being rude."

"Now thats a good boy." She said with a laugh. Aver shot Silvan a look of murder, but she ignored him. "So Ezmerelda what brings you to Imythess in those dark times." She said smiling.

"Nothing much.Just struggling to stay alive.Trying to earn...or steal money so I can buy food and other goods." she looked at the man and gave a charming wink,"But you guys look pretty well fed so that should be no problem for you."

Ezmerelda leaned far back in her chair arms behind hr head she smiled at the two,"So where have you settled at?"

Silvan smiled she liked this girl they could use more people to help them. She saw the wink that Ezmerelda gave Aver, Aver just glared and standed.

"Well goodbye to you all I have work to do now, Seandith to tell you I don't like and don't trust her." and with that he bowed and puted his hood over his head and walked off out the door and on the road.

Silvan still looked at Ezmerelda and said "sorry that he left he had a lot to do before he can rest, and yes its vary easy for us to get money and where staying here for the night." she moved her hand from her sword and called the bartender over and talked to him for awhile then the bartender left and came back with a mug of wine and Silvan gave him a coin and takedthe drink and siped it.

"So Ezmerelda where are you staying if you need a room I will be happy to get you one." She said smiling.

"I have been staying in the mountains but a room would be quiet nice." she smiled and nodded slowly."By the way that man....the one whom left,he is quiet a charming fellow." she gave a grin and looked for a response on Silva's face..

Silvan smiled and said "Ezmerelda... Ezmerelda, I wish you luck if your trying to get his Attention, he is stiff, very very stiff and annoying." she laughed. "And his a Elf, Moon Elf like me." She smiled. "He doesn't have time for love, as long as he gets his money his fine."

"So I suppose I will get you a room then." And with that she standed and walked to the bar and started to talk to the bartender, after awhile she came back and sat down, she still smiled.

"Your room is ready whenever want to rest, but tell me where you come from Ezmerelda." She said.

"Valley of Crows." she said,"No where's near here." she added kindly,"Anfd thanks."

She quietly thoght of the man,"Your his friend right?"

"Of corse, what where you thinking of that me and him are lovers, Bah." Silvan said with anger. She took a deep breath and drink more wine, then looked at Ezmerelda and smiled like nothing happened and said, "I'm sorry for shouting a bit, and yes we are just friends, Aver is nice when he is, but he does not care about love like me, we care about money, thats all." She said smiling.

"Ezmerelda, I hope you don't mind the me asking that why did you leave this Valley of Crows if you don't mind my ask." She said.

"I left my village in greed I too have a greed for money yet it is very rare I come by a man whom is charming and the same!" she smiled,"Besides my dreaded clan of piretes caught me with a elf and I was banished."she looked down upon the dark oak table,"Elfs are not to mess with the Darkness.It's said to be sining agains the ravens and crows."

"Bah, not to mess with darkness look at me am a Elf Assassin what does that make, I live the dark path of Murder like Aver." Silvan said a evil smile played across her face, she looked at Ezmerelda.

"It happens to all of us, Money gets to us and we need it, we kill for it we steal for it get used to it, you better get used to the dark path." She still smiled. "So, you left because greed for money got to you then." She said. She remabers when she first killed, it felt nice, she thought.

"Yep." she said..."So about the home...where is it?"

Parisa released her dagger as she saw the new woman gave no danger to her. She listened intently to their conversation. Indeed, quite a few more of her people were turning to the Darkness. This woman, Silvan, the Moon Elf, she was an assasin, like Parisa. So, she couldn't really call Moon Elves "her people," she didn't belong anywhere. She was a half of an elf, or so the Avariels said. Althought she had better circumstances than a half-human, half Avariel was just as bad to the High City.

She motioned to the bartender for some water. What if the Moon Elves thought just as badly of her as her mother's people had? Best to keep quiet and see. Perhaps she could bring it up, but she wasn't much of a conversationalist and it would only too obvious. So, she remained at her table in her own chair, drinking her water in solitude.

OoC~plz make sure you have at least 20 words in all ur posts...

"Upstairs to your left, first door." Silvan said smiling. "I have stuff I need to do and I can't do it with someone around me or they would think I betrayed them, so good night to you then." She said and standed up and walked to the bar and sat down on a cheir.

She odered more wine and drink it all in one gulp, she shaked her head a bit and started as if looking for someone to give her a job, So she waited and waited for a person to give a job, it seems no one needs a job done but she still waited.