She walked into the city, musing at the large variety of people and the buildings. Stepping back at an obnoxious drunk of a man, and with a wince of distaste, continued looking for the the rusty bull. She nervously reached into her pocket to confirm the sealed letter was tucked safely in the inner pocket, a quick feel up making sure all her belogings were there, tying a few more tightly to her belt.

Seeing the red bull charging a sign she stopped and slipped back her hood. The sun refracted off deep black hair and she nervously shifted feet feeling the stares from several older men. She rested her hand on the hilt and taking a deep breath pressed through the large, heavy oak door. Noticing it covered in gashes from blades. She stepped in as it swung shut omminously. She blinked her wide purple eyes a few times to adjust to the dim atmospher. She looked around the silent room.

She felt the nerves in her stomach pinching and digging, her desire to turn and flee became almost unbearable, she again took a deep breath and remembering what her mother told her, put back her shoulders and walked to the bar. She sat focusing on ignoring the eyes she still felt bore through her back, she could almost feel their eyes piercing the leather hide and thick blue cloak. She sighed a bit in relief hearing conversation again pick up. The large chested bartender walked over and looked her up and down with a toothless smile.

"So pretty, what'll it be?" His voice was deep and condensending.

She though for a few.

"Ale please?" she placed down a few gold and looked back at him with a slight smile.

The aged man just shook his head with an almost fatherly disapproval at the friendly innocence permeating about the bouncy lady at his bar. He eyed the group of dark figures and large cloaked men and walked over with a large ale.

"Sip it slow, and for the sake of all gods child, what are you in here for?"

She went to reach in her pocket and then thinking again took a sip of her ale.

"I need to meet my uncle" she said leaning forward. "He's supposed to meet me here"

The bartender looked over the crowd of men getting rowdier and looked back at her.

"What's his name?"

She shrugged childlike "Mother just calls him the Elf" She noticed a slight look of irritation flash across his face.

"You better hope child that he comes for you before it gets dark." he looked back watching one of his rounder, less pretty barmaids getting a firm smack on the ass and before she could turn a firm grip on her breast, pinning her to another large man still gripping her ass.

"Don't make me come from behind this bar!" His voice made everyone look at him in silence. The barmaid scurried away.

"And this one is for The Elf!" he said in a warning tone.