Snippet #860528

“Or do I spot the gallant Linth Krins, of His Majesty’s Xeranian Knights, no less, at this humble fireside?”

The blood elf addressed hardly moved from her position. She was nearly afraid of one approaching her...almost, not quite. Gently turning her head to look at the mage-elf, she only did this out of politeness. 'Gallant' was perhaps a bit much for Linth; much to much embroidery for her tastes.

"Ah, Alannis de Contarini of the Mage Guild. Your eyes do not deceive you as I am right here." Her tone was nearly dry, nearly. It would not help with her manners, but in truth, Alannis de Contarini was not the person she would like to speak to on a regular basis. He was quite the powerful mage, no doubt, Linth having encountered him several times before during some missions as a Captain. She had great respect for his magical ability, though, his personality made her feel something to be desired.

Linth cleared her throat, standing in a swift but not sudden motion. With a simple, muttered water spell, the last of the droplets clinging to her skin was repelled gathered in her palm like a giant droplet.

"I am sorry for leaving just as your coming, but I believe I should get some rest. There is much for me to do tomorrow morning." and with that, the blood elf took her leave. Taking a few moments outside, bellow the inn's overhanging, she deposited the large bit of water, closing the door after her as she finished. Linth spoke swiftly and quietly to the inn keeper's son, requesting a room.

"If it wouldn't be to much trouble, I will be staying in an open room for the night." Fishing around in a leather satchel containing less valuable items, she set several coins in front of the boy before moving upstairs. Up the stairs, her footsteps not making a sound as she went. To her left, an open door was shown, a modest living within. A cozy bed with a small dresser was all that was in the room, but it was perfectly fine for the blood elf. It was nice and simple, just as she liked it.

Her long Jian sword was placed onto the dresser top, standing over it for a few moments, taking the time to put the strongest magical ward around it. In all honesty, the ward was perhaps a medium level spell, that any experienced mage could have broken through. Petty thieves would, however, have a hard time breaking though, being caught before making a get-away with the sword.

Climbing onto the soft sheets of the bed, she lay there. Placing her hands behind her head, she drifted off into a dream. Tomorrow, she would raise at dawn.