Zeir cursed softly, as she walked through the entertwining caves that served as pathways to the city. There was one reason, and one reason only, for the woman to travel to the dwarven city in the first place. Her sword had been broken in battle, and the deep cities was the closest place that even had a blacksmith. However, as she finalyl made her way into the actual city, Zeir found that perhaps this wasn't sucha good idea. All eyes seemed to be upon her as she walked along the streets. Zeir ignored this though, and made her way to the one destination that actually made any difference.

After all these years, Zeir had to wonder why she had not learned the art of smithing in the first place. It sure would save her trouble, such as this. But ... whatever. After a little while of aimlessly wandering and not finding the place she was looking for, Zeir stopped. She could, of course, ask for assistance. But besides the fact that Zeir was never one to ask for help anyways, she doubted any dwarf here would assist her. They sure were suspcious of the woman, dressed in black.

Finally, Zeir gave a resigned sigh, and leaned back against the nearest supporting structure. It was then she noticed (not without mentally slappign herself upside the head of course). Zeir was leaned against, the blacksmith's shop. She pushed away from the rock wall, and turned the corner ....only to have someone run into her. "Ey. Watch where you're going!"

The loud curses of angry dwaves were getting closer. His pack was full, with little items falling out with every leap to the closest rooftop. Stolen from age old ethnic enemies were numerous items, weapons, and food. He was actually munching on a crusty loaf of bread at that moment, but chose to spit it down at a passerby on the street below. Finally, having nearly lost his pursuers, he jumped into the shadows of an empty alley.

He sorted through his items, stolen from a store. He was getting rusty in his skill, even though this wasn't his fault. A fellow shopper, a dwarf, picked him out because of his elven ( half even...) race. Looking in his pocket, the dwarf saw the owner's keys (a regular customer).

After jumping down, he kept running, trying to reach the outskirts of the city where he would be safe. Turning a corner, he ran full speed into a woman. Cursing at himself, he sorted through his bag, pulled out a roll of toilet paper, and handed it to her as a token of appreciation. "I'm gratefully sorry miss..." He said as he realized what he gave her. The sound of dwarves increased quickly. "Do you think you could help me out? I got better things than that ( I hope) if you could lend a hand..."

Zeir's hand had already gone to her longsword. So what if the blade was snapped in half? ... She'd still stab somone with it if given the chance. She immitealy pulled her hand away and dropped the item shoved into it. Zeir is not one with a sense of humor. She gave a brief scowl, at the request of aid. "Sir, I have just finsihed fighting a most unusually large dragon, that tried to eat me. My sword is broken and so I am here in this place. I'm only here to get my sword repaired by a smith, then leave."

Zeir stood, brushing herself off for a moment before turning her back on the elf. "I do not have time to be dealing with a thief."

Raine smirked at the girl, who seemed shocked by being confronted by a good-natured man such as himself. He eyed her down as she turned her back to him. Stubborn...

The sounds of dirty dwarf was coming closer. Turning, he saw a small crowd banking around a street corner, armed to the teeth with small maces and blades. People walking down the street stared in awe at the angry mob. "Oy! Brothers! The smell of elf is gettin' close!" One yelled, right before seeing Raine with the woman. They also saw the woman throw down the toilet paper in disgust. One dwarf spat on the ground as he ran. "That's me toilet paper! Not an elf, thank gods but close enough to it!" The curses rose quicker as they came closer to the two. But they were not only eyeing Raine. The woman seemed to be on their list too. Raine smiled. Toilet paper... Dwarves are not one to be bargained with. They don't forgive easily... Looking at her, he said, "Well, we can run, or fight a whole city of dwarves. I do not think that they will give up that easily. And if you do fight them...or me...maybe you shouldn't with that." Raine unsheathed his katana with a sharp shreik. He tightened his pack and turned again to the mob of dwarves. "If you do not choose, I will....but if you run from me there will be no one to help you here."

Zeir gave an irritated sigh. This was why she tended to be so damned antisocial. Anytime she met up with peopel she got into trouble. It was always other's fault too; not hers. Why she always have the ill luck to get stuck with incompetent theives and the like? She shook her head. Not that she was ever one to back down from a fight but ... she really couldn't afford to go about making enemies. To fight a whole city of these damned dwarves ... It was an annoyance. Zeir was not one who took annoyances so easily. She waved her broken sword at the elf in a rather threatening manner. Emphasizing her point, so to speak. "You, 's your fault. Getting me involved in this. Feh."

"Yes, well, that's true. But please, yell at me a little later..." Raine said as he looked at the crowd of dwarves. "Can we please move? As in now?" He took off running, not even waiting for a response from the woman. His feet carried him to the outskirts of the city, but not too fast to lose his follower. They finally reached the end. Before them were the tunnels. Pitch black, leading to gods know where. He turned towards her. "Now, we have two choices. I guess you can figure out what they may be. So what do you choose?"

Zeir was still quite annoyed at this point. She'd stepped off to one side, letting the theif pass by her. Zeir tapped the broken blade of her sword against the stone wall behind her, a bit indecisive. It was a thrown ax, hitting the stone just next to her head, that got Zeir moving. She cursed under her breath, and stopped just at the caves. Not hesitating an instant, Zeir started walking down the dark tunnel. "How wel lcan you see in the dark?"