Silvan was very mad as she burst into the tavern and walked upto a man in black and then Silvan grabed the man by his cloak and throwed him to the ground.

"BETRAYER." She shouted and onseathed her dagger and dived it into the mans chest and blood driped as she pulled it out and she stared at the body with rage in her eyes but there was a bit of sorrow in her eyes as she sat down at the bar. She seathed her dagger.

"Get me wine....... NOW." She said with her head in her hands. She was weeping, for she heard news of her homeland, and it is that some gaurds are slaughtering children just to find her since she is a assassin they will do anything to find her. She looked up when a person brought her wine and Silvan take a deep drink then set it down as a tear tickled down her cheek.

They will pay, she thought angerly. They will suffer greatly. She taked another drink and then it was gone and she ordered more. The bartender taked care of the body and all the people around her where getting out of the way so she doesn't kill them too.

She sat there glaring at anyone who looked at her.

Shain watched from a corner as thae woman came in. She was a bit strait forward about killing the man. Right in broad ... nightlight? Shain shook his head. She was angery, and willing to kill any one who upset her right now. He didn't want that to happen to him. Never the less, he continued to look as her gaze cuaght him, refusing to shy away. He wasn't going to be intimidated by some raging chit. It took more than an angry stare to drive him away. His hand tightened on his killing dagger, a wicked blade that was more than razor sharp. He still wasn't going to take chances.

Motioning to a passing maid, he ordered an ale. He was getting the hang of ordering different drinks now. Now whenever he made a kill, no one could link elven wine to it. he continued to watch the women, even while drinking. What should he do about her?

Silvan wiped the tear away with her black sleeve then she looked up at the person stareing at her. Her face looked angry but she still looks beautiful like all elves do. Her hair was down to her ears and it covered her green eyes as she stared angerly at the man.

She turned away as someone pat her back and weispered. "You alright." The gentle voice said and Silvan knows the voice since she growed up hearing it all the time.

"Aver what are you doing your wanted in this city." Silvan weispered not looking at Aver.

"I know I know....... but you look like you come from a dragons pit...... and I need to see a friend every now and then.... but now that you don't want me here I can go." He said and he did leave but he just went to a table were a bunce of people were playing a form of game and drinking ale.

Silvan was still staring beyond the bar and drinking her wine and she sensed that she was still being watched and it got her annoyed. Her hand griped her katana as she used the other hand to take a drink of ale.

She stand up and walked to the man that was watching her and she left her wine there as she came up to the man.

"Do you have a problem, or are you just staring to get killed." She said angerly at Shain.

Shain watched calmly the whole time. Even when the elf came to his table ready to take his head off. Raising an eyebrow, he gave a simple "No. Have seat my good lady." he motioned to the one across from him. In all honesty, he did not pity her. She had as homeland that mattered to her. Shain could go to two and face ridcule in Silverymon, Or death in Menzoberanzan, city of drow. Taking a sip of his wine he asked. "What is troubling you" He hoped he was pzzling her enough to avoid death.

While waiting for her response, he peered over to the table where the man she had just talked to sat. He was watching them the whole time. Shain would bet that at the first sine of trouble, he would be over there in a flash.

Silvan looked behind her at Aver and she shaked her head and he looked away and to the game again but he still looked over every now and then.

"No." She weispered and sat down her hand still on her katana. Silvan ordered a wine and take a sip of it hen sat it down in front of her and looked at the man. "Am Seandith and whats your name sir." She said looking at the man as she siped her wine again. "And what is troubling me is none of your concern." She said this time a bit of anger in her voice and a look of hatred. She looked at aver again but then quickly looked back at the man.

She moved her hand and put it to a pouch that held a crystal she stealed from a drow that she killed awhile back. She moved her hand back to her katana and stared at the man waiting for a answer.

Shain eyed this "Seanith" warilly. She was denfinatly on edge. he would take this carefully. "I am called Shain ma'am. I couldn't help bu notice that you seem to have enemys. I am an elf who could help you exact revenge on them if you so desire." He wouldn't mind a job right now. He watched as another serving maid broyught his dinner, a leg of lamb with a side of potatoes. as he began to eat, he looked at the person across from him. "Would you like something to eat, my lady?" he asked. She already had a drink.

Silvan nodded her head taking it all in.

"No....... am not hungry right now." She said taking a sip of her wine. "And how can you help revenge on people." She said looking at Shain. revenge is not the way to make a living, she thought watchig Shain's every move to see what he will do.

"Everyone is my enemy." She weispered still looking at Shain. "You should be too." She weispered manecing as she siped her drink. "What do you do for your living." She asked Shain.

Shain eyed the woman warily. She seemed very unstable. "I am a person of specific talents that is hired by people to rid them of certain annoyeneces." Shain lowered his voice to a whisper. "In short, I'm an assassin." He watched her expresions as he annoinced this. Turning back to his food, he began to eat again. He wondered if she would hire. He was not in need of money, but he wasn't going to pass up a job.

He began to unsasten his cloak and lower his cowl. Placing on the seat behind him, Shain checked the bar for stray eyes. his white eys romed the room, but caught no one. Sweeping his shoulder length, black hair from his face he ate again. He looked up at Seandith, watching for any reaction to his appearence. He wondered if she had heard of the half drow, half moon elf assassin; him.

Silvan laughed.

"A assassin." She said in a weisper so no one wpould hear her talking to him. "If I wanted a assassin to help on revenge I wouln't need you, I would have asked that man there or myself...... since I myself is a assassin too, and he his too." She nodded her head to the man she had talked to.

"What are you." She asked looking at Shain as he taked his cloak off. White eyes, Silvan thought, what in the world is he, his lke a monster with white eyes. She still watched with a bit fear in her eyes.

Shain eyed Seandith angrily this time. What was he? He grew tired of that question. "Why should I tell the likes of you. You would probably lash out to kill me if you knew even the slightest bit about me." he said bitterly. She was a pure blooded elf. Not some mix between A moon elf and drow. It was the drow part that sparked anger. Everyone thought that all drow were chaotic and evil. Well, they weren't that far from the truth. Most were. Only a few had ever forsaken the drow life style. And he was part drow, so he was counted among those who followed the drow's way of life.

"I am a mixed bread of elves. Drow and moon elf.' he all but snarled at Seandith. Why should she know. She didn't know what it was like to be like him. He wasn't all that proud himself, though he had to admit it did have advantages. he could see better in darkness than normal elves, and was amazingly silent. Only the best of ears could hear his footfalls. He watched her face for the expresion of horror that ussualy ensued after revieling his heiratige.

Silvan's eyes looked menacingliy cold with anger and the fear left and she standed and her chair fell as she did so.

"If you want to get angry go to somebody else, but if you keep yelling at me i will slit your throat and laugh as I watch your blood flood the floor." She snarled and her hand griped her katana. "Do you think I care if your a half-breed, no I don't, I lived with half-breeds, I was reised by a half-breed." She said angerliy thinking of her past and she hated it, she hated that wizard that she and Aver killed.

"You probably think I do care, but do I care if your a half-breed, I was reised like a half-breed." She nearly shouted and people were looking at them with confused eyes, and some of the elves in the tavern looked angerily and Shain with disgust.

Shain listened patiently up to the part where his throat was threatened to be slit. He burst in roucsious laughter. Slit HIS thraoght. As if she would ever make it within a foot in the condition she was in now. Her anger would cause her to blunder. "Sit down and calm down." Shain said with a chuckle. He noticed the other occupant's eyes on him. He didn't care right now. Pushing aside his empty plate, he looked Seandith up and down. She was still slightly furrious by the looks of things. "I ment no offense. I'm am not rying to threaten you, and will not until you become a threat to me."

He waved over to a passing maid. When she came he told her was spending the night and needed aroom. Giving her ten gold marks for a small, but comfortable room, he turned his attention back to Seandith. "There is no reason to yell. Why not invite your friend over, you seem to be looking to him offten. I would enjoy the company."

She sat down but her eyes blazed with anger. When he asked her to call her friend over she reised a hand and snaped her fingers and Aver suddenly standed looking at Silvan and excuse himself to the people and then started to head towards her.

"Is everything all right" He said glaring at Shain with cold eyes. Silvan laughed and said.

"This is Aver, Shain." Silvan said intraducing them. "And Aver this is Shain." She said smiling again the anger left her eyes. Aver just nodded to Shain, and sat down on a chair next to Silvan, and he ordered the stroungest ale the tavern had. Silvan looked at Aver and weispered something to him then she looked at Shain again while Aver drinked his ale.

"Aver and I grow up togather." She said smiling and Aver glared at Shain as he drinked.

Walking into the inn, with somewhat of a carefree step, Temathil looked aroud. It was awfully crowded, she pushed past some rater large elves, making sure her wings stayed tucked under the cloak. Finally she spotted a table with some room. It had three elves sitting around it. A half-drow, and a angry lookg female and male moon elf. She shrugged to herself, "Not like they would kill me for asking if i could sit down at the only free table."
Walking over she stood, waveing her hand, trying to get their attention, or at least one of theirs attention.

Shain watched as the other elf appeared at the table. He was also seathing. Shai shook his head. If these two were assassins, they were a sorry exuse for one, letting anger rule their actions. Shain nodded to the introductions. He met Aver's glare with a steady gaze until the other looked away in disgust. Shian smirked. He couldn't even stare someone down. Listening to Seandith's comment of growning up, he thought Well that was a bloody peice of useless information. Like I bloody care if you were raised together. Shain nodded any way. "Where were you raised?" he asked.

While he was waiting for a response, he saw another elf enter the tavern. It had the look of one of those funny winged elves, but Shain failed to see the wings. Oh well. Seeing her try to get one of their atentions, he motioned for her to join. She was rather beautiful. Shain cuaght himself wonderingly. Beautiful. He had never thought of women that way before. Besides, he was a half breed, part of the darkest races. Most thought that he should be consumed by drow chaos as well.

Prying his thoughts away from the newcomer, he directed his attention toward Seandith and Aver. They might not like him inviting someone else, but it was his table after all.

Nodding a thanks to the man, she sat down in a chair inbetween the two parties. She got the distinct feeling that they were currently at odds. She waved a passing barmaid. The Barmaid remembered her from an earlier experience thankfully and asked if she wanted the stew and juice. Temathil nodded and smiled in thanks. Then turnning back to the group she studied them. the man looked to be part drow with his white eyes and grey skin. The woman on the other hand looked moon elven with black hair and green eyes. She also had a real nasty attitude.Temathil got herself comfertable and waited for her food.

Silvan smiled as the other women joined and nodded to her then looked at Shain to answer him.

"We come from a village called Melnoller and I haven't seen it in 153 years." She said and her face looked as angry as a dragon. Aver sat his hand on Silvan's shoulder and weispered in her ear, and Silvan nodded and her face looked happy again. Now I will not tell them anymore, and if they ask I will lie, Silvan thought looking at the girl that was sitting, and niticing that she hasn't talked and she knows what that means. This poor girl is mute, she thought now looking at Shain.

Aver looked at the girl with a smile then at Shain with a glare, he again weispered in Silvan's ear. Silvan nodded again and Aver suddenly jumped to his feet and bowed low saying.

"I am sorry but I have stuff to do before it gets later." He said looking at Silvan then at the rest. He walked out of the tavern and he put up his hood of his cloak. Silvan watched him leave, then turned her head towards the group.

Shain wathec the exchange between Seandith and Aver. From the looks and glares, the only person who did not hate him right now was the new arrival. he was getting a little tired of all the glares and hateful remarks. "You may stop glaring at me any time. I have done nothing to you, or your little village." That would probably spark even more anger, but Shain didn't give a damn. Attitudes got annoying, esspecialy this girls one. Shain noticed that the mewcomer had not said a word. As Aver got up to leave, he turned to the newly arrived elf. "Do you have a name?" As he waited for an answer, he found himself looking her up and down again. He shoook his head quickly. What in nine hells was wrong with him. most elves hated him and here he was admiring one. It was not possible for one like Shain to find a partner. He was an assassin after all, making him even more hated. Besides, why should he admire women now. He took a deep breath and waited for the response.

Temathil looked at the drow. Reaching into a small pouch she drew out a note and handed it over. On the front it said Temathil.
"My father told me that all elves knew the symbole on this pendant. Why do they all try to get me to talk?" she thought.
She pointed to her throat and the pendant on it after handing the note over.
She studied the drow and thought, "He seems rather conversational for a drow. He may not be all that bad."

Silvan put her head in her hands thinking about that blasted wizard that she killed and she laughed when the wizard was trying to fight. She moved her hands and glared at Shain with rage in her eyes.

"I glare for my own reasons, and why would you care for my village, your village is probably fine and tidy while my village is being ripped apart by gaurds. No why would you care half-breed, why would you care for a pure blood like me." She said in rage looking at Shain. Not caring what Temathil was doing she just had her eyes on Shain.

"You don't care what I put up with every day and every minut of my life." she said now standing again with rage in her eyes and her hand on her katana.

Temathil felt the tension rising. She did not see why the woman was so upset at this man. She yelled at the man for a time, Temathil didnt listen she looked around the room waiting for her dinner. suddenly the woman stood up with her hand on her katana. Temathil saw no reason for this. This was a peacefull place.
she stood up as well, a hand on her sword.
She didnt want to fight, but if it would make peace here, then she was ready. Her heart pounded in her ears as she waited for what would happen next.

Sahin looked at the emblam that the elf pointed to. It looked like the elven word for siloence, or something to that effect. So it probably ment that she was mute. Shain began to respond, however Seandith jurked up, ranting about her village being torn appart, and his being fine. He barley noticed the mute elf stand also. Shain slowly stood, fire seathing in his white eyes. "Here you are, complainig about your bloody little village. I have no home. No village to go to. Nowhere." he growled. "I'm am hunted day and night by the drow. I am an altimate sacrifice to their demon spawned goddess Lolth, the Spider Queen." Shain began to yell. "Do you know what it's like!? I have no rest, no peace! I am hated, and here you are sobbing over some village! My own father kicked me out of my house for what I am! Did yours!? I have no pitty for you. You have something to live for, I only live for the sake of life!"

Shain's fighting knives appeared in his hands. they began to spin, humming, waiting for the first strike. The tavern had gone completely silent. "Do you wish to mach blades?" he asked in a low growl. "I'll be happy to oblige."

Temathil stood half crouched wings completly spread in preperation, her hands resting on the hilt and sheath of her Katana, ready to whip it out at the moments notice. She looked between the two with a ready and anxious face, mostly looking at the woman, Temathil stood by the side of the Drow instinctivly because he was closer. She knew that to win a fight, its best to always have an alliance with someone. Her katana was an inch out of the sheath when she noticed the silence that had desended. Staying in her ready position she looked around and saw a lot of eyes were on her. she then noticed her wings were fully out.
"Oh damn!" she thought.
It was too late so she tried to ignore the stares and let her wings be. She mentally scolded herself for her carelessness though.

"I was torn away from my village and that blasted wizard made me and Aver what we are." Her voice was low with coldness. "I have nothing to live for." She said now smiling.

"You don't even know who you are dealing with, boy." She snarled nearly laughing. "You should know more about someone before you fight them." She was smiling while drewing her katana and spined it around a couple of times before having it in front of her.

"Do you think you can beat me." She laughed. "For I am The great assassin Seandith also Silvan, But if you think you can beat me then try." She was smiling as she kicked a table over and out of the way so she will have more room. People around were hiding or leaving calling for the gaurds. She turned to face the two with an evil smile that many ran away from. Her eyes looked cold and angry. Her katana in her tight grip.

"I bet you think My life is full of anger, but its not, people get angry when gaurds go into a village and slaughter children just to find me and Aver...... You don't know my life, you don't know what I put up with everyday of my life, having to deal with death on my hands for some bloody gold." She snarled in anger and slashed out her katana at Shain.

"this woman is crazy!" Temathil thought frantically. the odds were against her and yet she still wished to fight, even wishing for death.
Temathil moaned inwardly. she knew some people in the large kingdoms and cities were crazy but, this topped her list. she quickly drew her katana in one smooth lightning quick action, she gribbed it with both hands, the blade pointing straight up next to her head. It was a balanced techniqeu that her fathe rhad taught her. It was a mix of defense and offense, used when she didnt know what the person would do. It was exelent at eith but it gave some preperation for the unknown. She looked to the drow, waiting for what he would do. She knew he was clearly more experienced than her, so she would follow his lead.

"Poor wittle girl." Shain said at almost a whisper. So what. Guards killing children in her village. Guards treid to kill him all the time. Along with the bloody drow. Great assassin my foot, Shain thought. She was an insolent little brat looking for someone to vent her anger towards. how she could claim the title of an assassin, only she knew. he watched out of the corner of his eye as the mute elf drew her katana. Every one had a bloody katana. As Seandith, or Silvan whichever began to slash forward, Shain looked at her increduasly. The slash was obviously too forward. Cassually deflecting it wit hone of his knives, he addressed her.

"Fighting is not brute strength." he said. "It is a dance of death. So stop swinging your flaming sword and fight." Shain luanched into an eye bluring attack. Instead of going forward with his blades at first, he dropped to the floor, spun, and kicked silvans legs out from underneath her. Rising again, his knives began to twirl, racing toward the fallen elf.

Temathil watched with amazement as Shain went at the woman with eye blurring speed. Before Temathil knew what was happening the woman was on the floor. She changed her stance and relaxed a little. She took on an offensive one, incase the woman was better than previously thought, she would be ready to intervene. She watched as Shains daggers edged closer to the down woman.
"Would he really kill her?" she wondered, as a knot of anticipation grew in her stomach. The daggers were getting very close, she decided she wouldnt let the man kill this woman, but she would let him come close.

Silvan stumbled but did not fall. She steped back and watched them like how a bird watchs its prey. Her katana in her grip as she lunged at Shain saying.

"You fight you way and i'll fight mine." She snarled and her eyes looked calm and when she was done lunging she steped backwerds and said something under her breath and as she did so Aver burst in nocking the door down and a look of murder on his face. There was blood and his sword like he had killed gaurds. He saw Shain and the Temathil. He smiled and steped to Silvan's side like he did in every battle they fight togather.

Oh great, now comes Aver to help, can't he leave a battle to me, she thought glancing at Aver with a look of rage and he whispered something to her but she ignored him and looked at her enemys with eyes that looked calm with battle.

((Don't kill Aver please Thank you))

((then what do we do? Let him kill us? Ill engage him till you decide.))

Temathil looked to the door as it suddenly came crashing down. The man from earlier, name Aver came in, a blooded sword in his hand.
"How many innocents did he kill to get here?!" she thought with shock.
She felt rightous fury mount in her as he strode to stand next to the elf woman. Temathils gripped tightened on her sword as she locked eyes with the man. and without warning or any sound at all, she suddenly rushed him. He was taken by suprise, expecting an audible warning. But Temathil had the advantage of not being able to yell any warning, even if she did want to roar in rage. Slashed out at the man, and kept slashing, trying to knock him off balance. Rage burned in her eyes and her teeth were bared.

Shain watched in an icey calm as Silvan stood up. Fight her way indeed. he hardly noticed as Aver came bursting in with a blood stained sword. His eyebrows raised, however, when the winged elf rushed forward to engage him. Shain found himself thinking that Aver better not hurt her. Shain was almost in shock for a second. He was fighting and thinking about anothers safety. Shain shook his head. This was no time to get distracted. He turned his attention to Silvan, and began to circle with her. Watching her every move, he wondered what meathod of battle she used. From what Shain had seen so far, it was attack and hope to over power your enemy. That was one of the worst strategeis Shain ever knew.

"So, what do we do now?" Shai nasked in a mocking tone. 'Dance to the rhythm of death andblood around the bar? Or do you have another idea?" Shain was trying to spark her into attacking again, though he did not know how effective it would be. She had seen what had happened last time.

Suddenly an idea came to Shain. He might solve this without any blood shed on his part. Or the other elves for some reason. Why was she plageuing his mind. Shain thought to the dagger he had, an enchanted weapon. With but one scratch, he could kill the mightyest of beasts. All he had to do was make a wound in Silvan, and he could enact the poison. Once she felt it in her veins, mabye he could convince her to stop this. After all, the weilder of that weapon controled the flow of poison so it wouldn't kill the wounded one. All he had to do was scratch her with it. Shain watched his opponent and waited.

Silvan laughed.

"Trying to calm me again Shain, how pitiful are you." She laughed and looked at Aver as the girl with wings engaged him and she saw Aver smiling as he faced Temathil with his sword in his hands. She turned to face Shain with eyes that were calm with battle. "Are you going to fight or what." She snarled and jumped towards Shain. She slashed at Shain at the left side then the right.

He will die, slow and painful that his screams would be heard for miles, Silvan thought to hersalf as she attack. She kicked at his legs and lunged at his gut. "I like the sound of blood and death." She snarled.

((He can get hurt a bit but after that he'll just flee))

"Blood and death it is." Shain murmed in response. As she kicked for his legs, he threw away one of the knives and reached for his shadow dagger. he had to dodge away from her thrust. Even so, he receive a slash alond his side. That was going to hurt later. As his dagger came out, hee angled himself back in and slashed at Silvan along her arm. He felt satisfaction as he felt the resistance of it catching flesh. Going into a roll, he sprang up some three paces away. Turning around, he said "The fight is over." his voice was icey cold. Holding up his dagger, he also addressed Aver. "Stop the fight, or Silvan dies."

tuning to Silvan he looked her deadin the eyes. "What I just wounded you with will start to poison you on my command. Stop fighting now." he did not wait for a response. Foccusing on the dagger, he let the smallest amount of the toxin enter her body. It would come nowhere close to klilling her, but she should feal its effects.

(I know I am not allowed to kill you. Don't worry. No offense.)