A new beggining

[erindar]

Erindar stepped into the market place of this new town. He didn't know what to think or where to start. He decided to wander around and ask someone for advice.

[Kayrm Hailis]

Kayrm let loose a heavy sigh.

Thus far, his requests for aid in hunting that blasted elf had been turned down at every turn. Though nobody accepted his invitation, he had received many general tips, such as, "Do not trust the words of a Dark Elf," and "When a Dark Elf is still, make haste to get away from them, as they may be preparing some sort of monstrosity to deal with you."

Of course, the ranger saw a great deal of this as baseless racism. That elf that he'd fought, he never stood still; his spells were prepared with rapid movements, and were evaded with great ease.

That Elf...

"I'll find you," Kayrm muttered as he came to his feet. The cool, loose dirt clung to the rear of his longcoat. "I promised you, before the next moon, I will have your head."

Kayrm took a breath and moved into the throngs of people racing home. The setting sun was nigh blinding, so Kayrm kept his eyes groundward. However, he failed to notice someone a little bit to his side, attempting to chatter up the closing merchants. He knocked into him hard, giving a light hiss of surprise.

"Watch where you're goi--" Kayrm cut his words off right when he saw just what he bumped into.

A dark elven child carrying a decent set of blades.

So, they teach the youngest of them to become murderous bastards, as well...

The hunter grabbed for his rapier and dagger. He did not, by any means, trust this young one. He wasn't exactly inclined to trust any sort of dark elf, really.

( ( WElcome to Elendhel. Please tell me your character isn't as Drizzt-based as he looks. ) )