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"There's champagne in all the mini-fridges for guests over 21. There's also a restaurant/bar in the Northern wing." The Clerk says, "Or the North-western wing, or..." She rubbed her forehead, "I'm not great with directions at this angle. It's the wing to the right when you come in from the front door."@Sombrero

"Don't fret, dear. I understand where you mean. Thank you." Lilith said as she inclined her head to the hostess. She turned and made her way to the bar, her heels clicking loudly on the highly polished floor. It was always a particularly satisfying sound to her, something that now brought her comfort. As she strolled towards the bar, she began to further inspect the hotel. She took in her surroundings, carefully. After all, it was her job to take in things. In other words, Lilith was paid to gather information. Her official title was a "Private Investigator" but she much more preferred 'information proficient'. 

Lilith was in the restaurant/bar in no time, nodding to the man who held the door open for her. She strolled confidently towards the bar and slid smoothly into one of the high bar stools. She gracefully crossed her ankles and adjusted herself until she was comfortable. "What can we get for the lady today?" The bartender asked as he leaned on the bar towards her. "A whiskey please. Preferably something that was barrel proof, if you have it. On the rocks, as well, please." She said, noting the look of surprise on the man's face. Quirking an eye brow at him, she waited until he nodded his head and left to fetch her drink. She smirked slightly and rested her glasses on the bar. When the bartender returned with her drink, she nodded to him and took a sip from the dark whiskey. She let out an appreciative sigh and took another drink. She swiveled her bar stool around and continued to sip from her drink as she took in the patrons of the bar and restaurant. 

Vaegwen Ni'Tessine

| Archery Field |

The Elven woman stood absolutely still, her legs spread shoulder-width apart to provide herself a strong base. In her hands she held her bow and arrow at the ready, the string pulled strong and taut. With her left hand dominant in her stance, she aimed her weapon at its target. Her breathing was slow and lulling, her chest didn’t even seem to move with the intake and outtake of air. Her slate gray eyes were focused intently on lining up her shot perfectly. In a sign of concentration from years of habit she gently bit the inside of her left cheek, scrunching her mouth to the right. The hand that held the arrow knocked to the string tightened for a slight second before she loosened it again. She held the soft wood of the arrow between her index and middle finger while her ring finger caressed the feathers of the fletching. With her shoulders set and her elbow locked, she flicked her wrist minutely and let the arrow fly. It left her bow with a soft ‘fft’ and embedded itself into the dead center of the target with a satisfying ‘thwack’.

Vaegwen lowered her bow and turned to look to the two students who had come to her during their off period. Both were students of her who benefited using a bow with their magic. The two had been studying her form, trying to take notes from her stance to try to improve their own. The duo attempted their own interpretation of her form and tested their results. She read the shared look of disappointment that they shared with one another. Smirking slightly, Vaegwen pulled out one more arrow and waived to the two boys with it. “Don’t be discouraged. Remember, I have hundreds of years of practice more than you two do. The term ‘practice makes perfect’, well it’s overkill in my case. Take your stances again." Vae said as she slung her bow across her chest and moved towards the two boys. She adjusted her leather arm bracers that she used for protection and walked slowly around the boys as they held their positions. With the nock and fletching of her bow she tapped parts of their bodies to correct. They adjusted what was tapped and tested their aim again. 

Vaegwen stood back as the two boys shot a few more rounds, noting on some improvement that could be made here and there. She tapped the shaft of her arrow against the knee high brown leather boots she wore. Many of the students that she taught always told her that she had a ‘very Renaissance’ look that they admired. Admittedly, she did dress in a simple and olden fashion but this was simply due to her age. She generally wore clothes she had made herself. All of her leather wear was animal skin that she had skinned, tanned, stretched, and stitched herself. When you were over 500 years you learned quite a few things; especially since she was born before the times were clothes were made in mass production. Vaegwen tossed the arrow she held into the grass, the head planting it squarely into the ground. Clapping her hands, she caught the boy’s attention. Nodding her head to the sun, she tapped her wrist, indicating it was time for them to be on their way. “It’s almost time for your next class to start.”

“Before you go though, let me see your forearms.” Vaegwen said as she noticed on of the boys rubbing his aforementioned body part. The two boys strolled towards her and produced their red and whelped forearms. “And this, gentleman, is why we wear bracers when shooting with Elven silk-stringed bows. It is some of the toughest string known to man and can even cut through the skin.” Vaegwen chided as she turned one of their forearms slightly to inspect the wounds. Clucking her tongue, she produced two simple bracers that she had tucked into the band of her belt halfway through the training session when she had noticed their bare forearms. “These are braces I have crafted myself. They’ll be able to fit you though since they’re lace ups. Now, I have spent much time into creating both of these so take very good care of them. If you damage them I will not repair them. However, I will teach you how to repair them yourselves. Understood?” She said as she handed the leather braces off. “Yes ma’am.” Both boys replied in unison as they took the presents gratefully, their arms already sore from the beating they had taken today. 

“Thank you, Ms. Vae.” The taller of the two boys sais before turning to walk off towards his next class. The other male, bowed slightly to Vae. “Thank you, Lady Vaegwen.” He said, showing his respect. He was of Moon-Fae descent, as well, even though he was mostly human. Vae offered him a half smile before she waved him off with a flourish of his hand. She hated the honorifics that the students offered her but would never insult one of them. The boy smiled widely at the miniscule smile she had offered him and ran off to meet up with his friend. 

Vaegwen began to gather up the extra equipment that had been left out from a previous class and began to make a mental note to start dealing out repercussions when equipment was left out. Bending over she scooped up a bow, her long ash gray hair fell down about her like a smoky veil. With an annoyed huff, she righted herself and shook out the mane in hopes of knocking loose the pieces of grass that had collected. “By the great Mother above, I will cut you." She threatened her hair as she began to pick out the residual grass.

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