A Disgruntled Moriquendi

[Asthalion]

"Damn it all."

Asthalion props himself up against the hard, wooden wall of the Crown tavern and sighs in frustration. For the past hour, the young Moriquendi has been attempting to hear a bit of news from far-away provinces, but to no avail; to him, it seems as if the only thing people ever talk about in the gods-forsaken tavern are trivial little issues and meaningless stories. however, Asthalion is far to stubborn to give up his search for information; he simply pulls his wide-brimmed black hat over his eyes, thus shrouding his face in shadow, and continues to listen to nearby conversations.

It is highly unlikely that anyone would talk to the Moriquendi; if they notice him standing amongst the shadowy corners of the room, they are likely to ignore him and move on to more exciting sections of the massive tavern. However, if anyone has any information regarding the current events of Aelyria, he would be quite happy to talk to them.

[Chastity Welhelm]

Chastity walks in and takes a seat nearest to the wall. She takes out her crowns and starts to count 500 of them. A couple of the crowns fall on the floor and roll to the dark corner. Chastity grunts "Damn it to Aeternia!" She walks over to the corner and trips over something; its Asthalion. AS Chastity gets up she starts to apologize, " I'm so sorry sir...please forgive me, I really didn't mean to."

[Asthalion]

"Oh for the love of Orod!" Asthalion exclaims as the young woman trips over his slightly outstretched leg, nearly causing him to follow suit. He offers a hand to her, aids her in rising from the ground, and raises his hat, revealing his disturbingly captivating eyes. For a long while, the Moriquendi simply looks the woman over, as if he is trying to remember her from somewhere.

"I know who you are," he says, his voice as smooth as if it is the darkness of an unnatural night. "You are the woman from the Aedile's office. It seems that you've been having a bit of trouble staying on your feet lately." He sighs, obviously annoyed at the disruption of his silence and peace. "No matter; I've had worse troubles to face than a..." He pauses, glancing at her slightly tapered ears and somewhat almond-shaped eyes for a quick moment. "A scared little half-elf girl. Now, while I am in the mood for speaking, would you mind if I asked your name?" As Asthalion finishes speaking, he looks directly into the girl's eyes, most likely inadvertently captivating her with his dark, encompassing charm.

[Chastity Welhelm]

Chastity feels a dark chill down her back, she looks back into Asthalion's eyes but can't seem to look for a long enough time. "Once again I'm so sorry sir...but you probly don't care." She says as she looks away from him. "But you did want to know my name, I'm Chastity Welhelm mice to meet you....um....I hope you don't mind if I ask but I don't think I cought your name either, would u mind telling it to me?"

[Asthalion]

"Asthalion," says the Moriquendi in response to the girl's question. Though he finds amusement in the fact that Chastity is thoroughly disturbed by him, he does not outwardly show this amusement. However, he continues the conversation. "In most cases, you would be correct in saying that I do not care for your simple apologies; however, an apology is better than no apology, in any case, so I will accept yours." He pauses, placing a gloved hand to his chin in thought. "I am in the mood for a drink," he says finally. "Would you care to join me?"

[Chastity Welhelm]

Chastity looks down at the floor, "I'm sorry sir... but I can't. I'm meeting a good friend, Tallon, somewhere please forgive me once more. Maybe we will see each other around." As Chastity walks away with a smile she gives a friendly gesture to Asthalion hopeing he is "ok" with the fact she could not sit and drink.

As Altar entered the tavern he quitely examined the surroundings. Altar didn't like to be in so populated city but he had no choice and right now he needed some directions.

As Altar surveyed for the likely person to ask he quickly took the elves and dvarves from his list so there were not many people left. As the moriquendi surveyed the room for the third time whe noticed a figure standing in the corner and Altar had the feeleng that he should recognize the man. So after a breef hesitation Altar quickly closed the distance between them.

"Serale friend, would you mind telling me what is the fasted way to get to the New Coldmoon" Altar couldn't see his face but some people had risons to hide their identity, including himself.

[Asthalion]

"Fine," Asthalion says as the hyperactive half-elf girl leaves his vicinity. "Saves me some money anyway." The Moriquendi could honestly not say he had taken much of a liking to the careless, clumsy girl anyway, which was no surprise; he never took much of a liking to anyone in any situation.

As he begins to walk away from his shadowy corner of the tavern, Asthalion is confronted with a hooded figure inquiring about the location of New Coldmoon. "I cannot say I have ever travelled in that area," he replies. "I am sorry if I was not a great deal of help to you..." Though obviously finished speaking, the Moriquendi's voice trails off as he notices the eyes of the man before him, eyes the likes of which only those of Asthalion's own kind are known to have. Thus, the mildly surprised Asthalion slowly raises his wide-brimmed hat, revealing his own eyes: twin orbs of light blue that seem to pierce tthe very soul of Altar as they look into his own eyes. "You are...Moriquendi," he says, his voice as monotone as ever it has been.

Altar could feel the hairs on his neck rise as he noticed those eyes, this was a second Moriquendi he mat during the trawels and still it was a strange feeling to meet his bretheren. As Altar got over the suprise he brought down his hood revealing his features 'so tht's why the man looked familiar....' Altar thought to himself as he remembered waching the hooded figure. Then he extended his arm in what he had hoped would be a friendly gesture "Altar is my name, it is nice to meet someone who doesn't hate you for what you are" Altar smiled remembering his earlyer encounters "So tell me what brought you here, are there any way I can help you?"

[Warden Wolfsbane]

Wolfsbane looks around. He sees two of his half kin in discussion. He walks over to them. "It is good to see Moriquendi in this city. My father is Moriquendi and I have always loved them more than my human stock. Do you mind if i join you?"

As Altar waited for an answer another Moriquendi approached them. "This is a first time I meet two of my kin in one day." Altar smiled and extended his arm to the newcomer "Serale my name is Altar, why don't we sit down?" he said and after he found an ampity table that was out of the way "How about that table?" Altar pointed at the table he thought out, waiting for their responce.

[Asthalion]

For a long while, Asthalion simply stares at the outstretched hand of Altar. However, he eventually shakes it warily and replies to the newcomer's question. "I have come on a search for the truth. However, I will soon be leaving for parts of the Empire far removed from here."

As Warden arrives, Asthalion greets him with a nod, recognizing him from an earlier conversation. When Altar proposes that the group should sit, Asthalion simply nods in agreement; it has been a long day, and the brooding Moriquendi could use a drink and a bit of food. He quickly heads over to the table indicated by Altar and sits.

As Altar seated himself he called for the waiter and in a mean while, turned towards the Asthalion "Truth you say, what kind of truth I might help you there, oucourse depending on the kind of truth you are seeking"

[Daieln Kjhana]

Daieln was walking around the floor of the Crown, when he noticed three elves sitting together. He sighed and then made his way to the table. Daieln quickly covered the distance and arrived at the table, just as the three sat down. Daieln smiled to the three and then looked at each of them. He thought, 'Three elves together. Seems like I am here with plenty of others. I wonder why they have all banded together here at this table. It is far away from bar, it is as if they would prefer not to be served.'

Daieln smiled and then said, "Serale and welcome, strangers, to the Crown Tavern and Inn. I am Daieln and I will be your waiter. If you need anything, we have a menu up there on the back wall." Daieln smiled and lifted his arm and pointed at the back wall, where large oak sign hung. Daieln smiled and then looked at the three once more. He hoped that the three would linger on the menu for a few moments. Daieln looked around the Crown. He did have lots of other tables to serve, so he needed to speed up his delivery time, and minimize the time he spent in the building.

Daieln looked first at the half-elf and then brushed his hand through his hair. Daieln smiled and then looked to the two other elves who seemed to be engaged in a conversation before he had gotten to the table. Daieln felt his thoughts wander, but he focused on the table, maintaining the a clarity of purpose.

As Altar was waiting for an aswer a waiter arrived, Altar quicly scanned the menu available "Serale friend I would like Crown Ribs and a tankard of ale please." With those words he turned to his companions waiting for their order.