Zeria really hadn't planned to actually get a job. She isn't good when it comes to dealing with people, in even the normalist of situations. But somehow, she stumbled into Kellen. Aimlessly wandering around the village, Zeria found herself utterly broke. Meaning, she had nowhere to stay the night and nothing to eat. Zeria hadn't eaten or slept in awhile, and so this was a most vexing situation. Eventually though, she ran into a man who worked at the stables. He offered Zeria a job and after much decision making, Zeria accepted. The first couple of nights had ran smoothly. Zeria did her job well, having always been the sort of person who understood animals more than most. Tonight, her usual companion, the wolf that is her familiar, stayed in her room at the inn. For some reason, people who'd entered the stables grew uncomfortable with the oddly large canine slinking around where they're prized horses slept. So, at her boss' request, Zeria left the wolf to just sleep for the night.

So here she was, alone, in the dead of night. No one was bringing in their horses at this time, and so Zeria was just sort of ... guarding. Seated on the ground, her back against a wooden post. She was actually starting to fall asleep when, the horses suddenly awoke and grew restless. Zeria immidately stood, and slowly drew Loahtla, her scimatar (the new one), from it's sheath at her right hip. Turning to make sure the horses were all ok, Zeria spun and faced the door at hearing footsteps approach. Zeria could see the shadow of whoever was lurking in the approaching sloly. The familiar sound of metal being brushed agaisnt a leather scabbard alerted Zeria to the fact that, it was no simple traveller venturing into the stables this late. Not hesitating a moment further, Zeria put out the latern, and et the whole stable in complete darkness. Moving to stand being a corner, Zeria waited for the attempted theif to make his/her move.

Parusqueilliaparo was slightly annoyed at her discovery. The elf should have expected that they would have set up a guard, but perhaps her stress at Balefire - a cursed and blessed city - returned had frazzled her senses. Even her scrying hadn't been up to par lately.

She pocketed her dagger quickly and tossed her ebony locks with her fingers, shaking them out of her cloak, which she discarded immediately. Her pale skin glinted off the moonlight as her skirts billowed about her ankles, her eyes searching for wherever the human was.

Parusqueilliaparo, as manic as she could be sometimes, wasn't in the mood to try and kill anyone today, besides, that would be tracking away from her goal or target. "Show yourself before we trip on each other's knives." Not that she knew if the other person would have one, but there was no harm in being careful.

Now she was going to have a harder time looking for that message.

Zeria didn't know what the other was looking for. For all she knew it could be a horse theif. At least, that was what crossed her mind first. In any case, Zeria was going to do her job. She could only make out the other's form, in the moonlight. But that didn't make Zeria any less cautious. She didn't leave the shadows she hid within, and lowered her sword only slightly. "What do you want?"