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Strange places, towns were. Why cluster all together? What use does it bring than to strike awkward conversing between neighbors, and hostile groups parading around like they own the place. Why not live in separate areas and just connect them by roads, and have one business area in the middle? Rather than have houses pushed together, spread them apart, give some breathing room. She absolutely hated living in a town. She always just wanted to melt away, disappear. She chuckled to herself. And disappear she did. Take the town looming ahead for example. it was a town filled with gangs and twisted men. There was a saloon and everything. Just now, she could see what appeared to be a bandit walk into the saloon. Like she cared.

Elle twirled her dagger in her hand casually. She had several daggers, but only the sword she had nicked from the guards was visible (other than the knife she was twirling in her hand). She kept one dagger in each boot, both concealed be a flap that both hid the knives, and stopped them in place, so if someone were to tip her boot upside down and give it a shake, it wouldn't fall out. She had one attached to her belt in the front, and one attached in the back, hidden away behind the coarse leather. She had one strapped to each thigh, concealed under her stretchy cotton pants. They were about down to her knee, and were a certain kind of fabric that let in air when hot, and kept in heat when cold. She had one on each of her sides, the handle hidden by the straps on her leather tight vest. She also had a tiny needle hidden in her necklace, that is dipped in poison. In her hair is her most prized knives, two very thin, short knives that were surprisingly sturdy and razor sharp. They actually acted as pins, holding her hair in place. Lastly, was the dagger she was swinging now, which also was secured to her belt normally, to give the impression that she doesn't have as many concealed weapons as she does. The only piece of clothing that wasn't concealing a weapon was her cloak type thing, which was basically a cape with a hood and strings to tie to hold it in place.

Suddenly, ruckus coming from the saloon sparked her attention, and she stopped swinging her blade, and instead gripped it tightly. She pulled her hood over her head to conceal her eyes, but then thought she should just turn invisible anyway. She did, and tucked her dagger away, deciding on taking up the daggers from her boot, one in each hand. Quietly she crept to the door of the saloon and walked in, in time to hear a man say "I just want to get to know you." to the bandit she now discovered was a girl, a woman to be exact. Suddenly, the girl was twirling and hitting, attacking the man and his little posse. She turned visible again, seeing it really did not matter as long as her was up for now. She leaned against a wooden support and raised her eyebrows as the hood was taken off of the girl. There was no mistaking the green eye and the gold eye. A Graceling. She smiled as the entire saloon practically screamed 'Graceling'. The girl escaped through the roof and Elle snorted. Graced with speed? or perhaps agility? she had heard stories about this Graceling, as reports of Elle herself flew around the land.

Suddenly, Elle was startled back to reality as her hood was yanked off her head. She turned to see the man who was originally talking to the Graceling. "She's one of them! She's a Gracleing too!" he shouted. Several men drew swords, others intimidated her by balling their fists. Elle just laughed and stood there emotionless, her purple eye gleaming. The two daggers in her hands were dangerously poised, and she smirked. "Yes, I am, glad you noticed. Now, I will be going on my way. I don't want trouble. I really wouldn't want to slaughter innocent people who just want me for the reward." She gave a wicked grin and some lowered their weapons in fear, hearing stories about such Gracelings. Others held them higher, and some even laughed, clearly not intimidated. Her eyes darted around the group, and the man in front of her roared, charging toward her. Soon, others joined in and were surrounding her. Elle just raised an eyebrow. "fine, have it your way." With that, she thrust her daggers forward, killing the man who first charged. She turned invisible, and men looked around bewildered. She shoved her way through the crowd and exited the saloon, already wiping the blood from her daggers. The man deserved what he got.