Finduilas sat alone one early morning in the Broken Strings a small cup of strong coffee before her as she rested her head on her arms. She was so tired yet she could not affored the pay for the room so she just sat there in the tavern trying to stay awake.

As she sat there she allowed her mind to wonder and think about thoughts she had not in a very long long time. Thoughts about her parents, old friends and the many places she once liked. Shaking her head she attempted to ride herself ot hte the thoughts but they only returned as she knew they would. The memories of her pas always hanted her when she was need in sleep yet denided herself that need.

Sighing deeply she layed her head on the table forgetting about her coffee and allowing her eyes to close. She was in such a need for sleeping she could not stand it anymore and fell asleep right there in the tavern.

The tavern door swung open with a loud creak, allowing a elegant figure to enter into its Tavern. The smell of old beer, sweat, and bad breath reached his nose; hearty laughter and the banging of mugs sounded in his ears; young on middle-aged men continuously trying to show off took hold of his observant eyes. It was intoxicating. Mowen stepped forward, and the door, which had been opened all this time, slammed shut with a strained groan, causing everyone to look in his direction. Pregnant silence. Everything had grown quiet as a mouse, even the air seemed to stand still

Typical behaviour of a tavern; acting as if they had never seen an old-timer before. Their stares burned through him, and their lips quavered, as if they were either about to laugh or cry. Possibly, a little bit of both.

Mowen shrugged it off, moving quickly towards a table in the back, far from the prying eyes of the tavern residents. Even with his back turned, he could tell that they were still watching him. Murmed whispers escaped their lips and reached his ears. Mowen was not surprised by their rudeness, however. He had seen it all: Big shots always wanting to be the boss of a tavern, the cold stares they gave women or old men who ventured into their presence, and the sheer redundancy of their infamous curiosity. But no matter, he would soon be out of this repulsive tavern in the twinkling of an eye. After he got his high-elven wine. Mowen was strangely feeling something his elf ears heard that was some beautiful lady sleeping on a table… Mowen saw her and approaches “HMM! Sorry to awakes you my Lady! Need any help?”

Finduilas woke with a start releasing a growl from her lower throat as she sat up to look at the elf before her. She watched him closely with her bright green orbs as she continued to growl before slowly quieting down and speaking, "I am quiet fine sir. I do not need any help."

She told this male elf this witha touch of a growl to her quiet voice as she continued to study the man with her bright eyes. She wondered what had brought him into the tavern and why he was wondering if she needed help. Was it a against the law or something to sleep with your head on a tavern table? She wondered to herself.

Finduilas was really not sure what this male wanted and it only made her trust him less even though she would never have trusted him in the first place after waking her. She did not know this male elf yet he had the guts to call her his lady and wake her.

"Who are you?" She asks him, "And why did you wake me?" She wanted to know this before she invited him to sit with her if she would do that anyway was still a question though.

Mowen after wakening this lady he felt something strange in her behaviour "I am sorry my Lady to awakened you. But in a tavern there are many thieves. They could steal something from you!" Mowen then noticed many eyes were looking to them, He watch some ugly men entering in the tavern, and one of them were particularly strange. His face was hidden in shadows he used a black cape covering all his body "There are many dangerous in a simple tavern my Lady! And I believe that you are one of this dangerous for the man kind" Mowen looked to her muscles that was rare to see in a female! "I mean... don’t understand me wrong my lady I am just telling you that you probably are capable to defend your self but not while sleeping." Mowen looks to her beautiful eyes "I am Mowen! And you?" Mowen waited for her answer but he was always warned if other thing could suddenly happen!