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[color=CA6F1E]Time: Morning
Location: Myriamor
Interactions: Slick[@FunnyGuy]
Equipment: The clothes on his back and a pouch of amas.[/color]
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Leaf tried to picture himself furless, tailless, earless, and without any natural defenses. The mental image itself was enough to give him a shudder. The idea of an elf with a rounded ears was a much less shocking mental picture but nothing like what he’d imagined humans looking like when he’d heard all the old tales about them. Nah, Leaf had always thought of them being built like an orc, some kind of creature with fists that could smash through boulders, and with magic that made elves and fairies look dull by comparison. He knew they lacked fur or scales, knew that they weren’t built like Avalia’s predators, but in the old stories they were larger than life characters. 

[color=CA6F1E]“Nah, I’m not buying it.”[/color] Leaf said shaking his head, wondering where Slick was getting his information from. [color=CA6F1E]“They at least gotta be big, I mean they’re the biggest, baddest, thing on a whole other world, they gotta be imposin’.”[/color] He added. Either Slick was playing a joke on him or…[color=CA6F1E][i]Or he’s seen a human up close. Wouldn’t that be something?[/i][/color] He couldn’t tell with Slick, the man said everything with absolute confidence, but maybe really had met a human. What he did know was that humans had the dark elves scared, they were out offering bounties and making bold moves now that the light elves had humans working with them. 

Leaf couldn’t ask Slick anymore about humans because the fairy that owned the stables was there selling the horse. So instead he wandered about a bit looking inside the different pens. A few of the oversized flightless birds squawked at him so he paid them little attention, only thinking about how fun they would be to chase. In addition to the big chickens, he saw a few other horses, camels, and some big sleepy lizards. Most of the pens were uninteresting, it wasn’t like he could chase any of them around, and they didn’t have anything he hadn’t seen before. 

Until he came to a pen that housed a very sad-looking lioness. He locked eyes with the great cat who offered a soft, defeated, growl as a less than friendly greeting. [color=CA6F1E][i]Just ain’t right.[/i][/color] He wished he had the amas to buy the freedom of the noble creature but he didn’t exactly have lion buying amas laying around. 

[color=CA6F1E]“You oughta be ashamed of yourself, keeping a lion caged up like this. May Zidur and Bastet both curse you with a thousand plagues, you greedy oversized mosquito.”[/color] Leaf shouted from the lioness pen towards the very annoyed-looking fairy as he interrupted the sale between the fairy and Slick. [color=CA6F1E]“I’ll be outside.”[/color] He added with a glance at Slick. Leaf gave one last sympathetic glance towards the lioness before kicking up sand and dust as he stormed out of the stables. 

Leaf suddenly had a new idea for what he was going to do today, he was gonna come back at nightfall and set that lion free. There was nothing right about keeping a wild predator penned up like a domesticated animal. [color=CA6F1E]Nothing right about that at all.[/color] He thought as he walked around outside, tail flicking with agitation, as he studied the outside of the stables. He figured it was an easy enough place to break into, he had plenty of practice with that. No, the real trouble would be afterward. Although Governor Nasah was a fair man, Leaf was well aware of his punishment for thieving and he wasn’t fond of the possibility of losing a hand. At least he had the rest of the day to think up a plan. 

The more he thought about it, the more his heart began to pound with excitement. One last caper, not for greed or for his old man, but to free an innocent prisoner. The anticipation of the sneaking, climbing, jumping, running; the fun of it all, and the high of the success at getting away with it. He hated how much he missed it all. He didn’t miss hurting people or having pockets filled with amas, but the thrill, the danger, that was the spice his life was missing. Old instincts and muscles finely tuned for it all itched at the chance for another adventure. [/color]