Elthrael Vol'Kerno
Time: Noon
Place: Roshmi City (The Bar)Having surveyed the surrounding area, the fairy soon realized that he had been in that place for too long and had to move. The fairy jumped down to the cobblestone path on the outer side of the wall separating the old graveyard from the rest of the city, he landed softly on his feet, his cloak momentarily flowing upwards revealing his wings hidden underneath, before slowly falling over his form again.
Elthrael decided to take a stroll down one of the many streets of Roshmi, even if his forest senses was screaming at him not to. It was a deathtrap in the forests to follow paths, it meant ambushes and being watched by all manner of creatures being out hunting. Not that he was overly worried, as in the forest he used to dwell he was considering himself to be the apex predator in that place. The city was very different, it wasn't that he overly disliked the city. It was just noisy, and the overpowering smell of so many different things made it near impossible to track people properly. His mind wandered back on his choice of taking the streets, as jumping from building to building would no doubt draw some attention sooner or later.
A few demi-humans passed him by, some of them mumbling about some elven governor being openly attacked in the marketplace. Why would someone attack an elven governor? Not that he had ever met one, perhaps they were asking for it. What was an elven governor doing in Roshmi anyhow? This wasn't a place of elven buisness in general was it? Could it be this governor was looking for humans aswell or sheltering them? He shook his head softly from side to side. He could ponder on the possibilities but it would yield little use. Soon he found himself outside a place with a very distinct smell, one that he recognized. A local bar. Where people were no doubt trying to drown their worries and all that.
While he had never been to a bar in person, he knew of the brew they would serve in such a place from having liberated such items from travelling merchants passing through the forests near the River kingdom. He disliked the taste of it, and it seemed to intoxicate the ones using it. He would have none of that poison. His mind and body needed to be clear and in top form. But he did know that intoxicated people had the habit of talking too much, and being overall honest. Perhaps one of the locals had caught unto rumors about any humans, it could very well be possible. On the other hand, the place was not ideal for him. No building were. Without being able to fully utilize his flying, he would have to rely on other things would a fight break out. It was not unheard of that intoxicated people ended up fighting others.
Would any of them find themselves picking a fight with him, he would just have to let them try some new form of poison. But if he could avoid fighting, all the better.
'That dark elf was not a person who would give up. He must be here in the city somewhere. Alongside a large demon and a winged woman. I'd guess I'll keep my eyes and ears open.' He thought, before letting out a chuckle softly to himself, as he approached the door which was reeking of drinks. He would have liked to open the door in a dramatic fashion, but such at this time would draw too much attention. Thus he just pushed the door open and stepped inside, his hood still raised and with his long hair falling out of it. The fairy moved over to what seemed to be a serving woman.
"I am waiting for a friend... we'll get our things ordered once he arrives." Elthrael said in a soft tone to the woman, giving her a soft smile from under his hood. His favored choice for table spot in the room had however been taken, by three elves and what looked like a fairy. A strange looking fairy. The overall appearance of the man awoke some curiousity in him.
He tilted his head a slight bit.
'A winter fairy? This far south? What is it doing here?' He had never actually seen a winter fairy before, as they all were supposed to be living further north in Avalia. But his mother have told him about them when he was young, and the description of this fairy did seem to be quite much like what his mother have used to describe them. They also had the quite unique ability to manipulate cold, such as ice and snow.
A dangerous way of magic. Potent and powerful in the right hands, and not all too shabby in the wrong. Yet despite that he felt confident in his own style of magic. It would grant him more than a weapon, it would give him the ability to sustain himself. But not only himself but others. Perhaps it was due to the winter fairy's lack of knowledge in Chlorokinesis that drove their kind into near extinction. Ofcourse he knew that there were other ways to draw a species or a race to extinction. He if anyone should know that fear and greed be contributors too.
Ultimately Elthrael settled down on a stool by the table closest to the four, intent on fetching unto something they were saying. If there was an elven governor in the city, these elves might talk about that. Their kind did tend to babble on forever about their own things to the point that others would turn a deaf ear. As for the winter fairy, he wondered still what he was doing so far south. Was there something here he sought to obtain or was there something he was fleeing from... or with?