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"Oh, Maker..."

Tori was stunned by one quick look of the elven man's. All elves were gorgeous, but there was something in his vibrant eyes and that snow colored hair, that won Tori over. He wasn't very forthcoming, but he was decent, and that was enough for the girl to turn from the path she was on.

In the next second, she was strutting behind the elf. He was very tall, or she was very short. Either way, her head barely reached his shoulders. She noticed that the elf was headed towards the market, gazing at the shops with interest. She needed to speak up, get the man talking, anything, she was simply too curious. And, Tori was never subtle.

"Uh, sir." She addressed the elf, "Do you need help? I know my way around here pretty well."

For a second she was distracted by the sounds of chairs braking and glasses shattering, followed by a couple of enraged shouts and incomprehensible grunts. Another party at the tavern. She shrugged.

"Must be orcs. They're getting restless. A whole pack of them walked in this morning, looking for trouble."