Snippet #14728

Zenith was just about to open the tavern doors until some guy barged through them violently knocked into her. Her eyes widened in surprise as she fell upon the dirt with a loud thud. She hesitantly stood, keeping her eyes on the stranger's staff at all times; she brushed off her bright red cloak and turned directed her irritated glare towards him. Zenith could immediately sense the elven air about him and her resentment towards the elven race deepened just the slightest.

"Please watch where you're going." she said coldly, swinging open the doors of the tavern and letting the warm air wash over her. It had been a very long time since she'd slept in a warm environment. She finally looted enough money to afford a luxury such as this. The moment of bliss lasted for a short second before a group of rowdy looking men ran outside, furious and yelling about something. Zenith immediately placed her hands on the hilts of her weapons by her side in fear one of them may have recognized her; but they took no notice of her presence and instead surrounded the elf guy.