A dwarf eyed the half elf suspiciously as Elentaros strode by. The grudge between the cave-miners and the forest-lovers have been going on for cenutries. Sensing the uneasiness with his presence in the city, Elentaros wanted out as soon as possible and the folk here are no help either. Everytime, he would politely ask for directions, the dwarf would ignore him and walk away. If only he knew the shortest route to the other side of the city....

"Excuse me but I could not help but feel that you need help?" Tyaloc said questionaly.

Tyaloc was an empath. She could feel what other people are feeling. This man was in some kind of a hurry. But why?

She stared at the man waiting for an answer.