Tara: Tara was sitting at the tavern and was ordering a whiskey. She had turned away from the gazes of everyone around her when she entered. He knew there was unrest between humans and elves, but this was strange. She had never received a look like that, not even from her master who she had run away from. She had recently turned 18 and had been taken from home when she was 2. She was forced into labor and had the scars to prove it. He had his head down, taking only small sips at a time. Alya: Alya had just returned from the nearby forest. She had gathered the potion materials she needed for the next batch of healing medicine and would be ready to sell them in two weeks. He stopped at the local pub, for a well-deserved drink, when he saw an elf. The pureblood elves didn't like her, so she promptly turned and left the pub to go to her house. Marella: Marella came out of the lake. He headed for the nearest town, Silbermond. Camellia: Camellia walked through the doors of the tavern, weaving between the feet of all the customers, raiding a few pockets along the way. Entering a booth in the back, he sat down and waited for his prospective customer. Her job search had taken her to a medium-sized city. While he waited he twirled the five newly acquired silver coins between his fingers. Vitimar: Vitimar sat at his usual table in the corner of the pub, taking a slow sip of his beer. His dark eyes scanned the room. He was in this pub every night; this was essentially his pub, only if it had been he wouldn't have had to be constantly reminded to pay his bar tab. He glanced at a few tables and their individual occupants. He had never seen them before. Most common people knew her face and weren't scared by her appearance, but neither were they... middle of paper... She glared at the door one last time before sighing and standing up, walking towards the brings. bar. He carefully climbed onto a stool, motioned for the bartender to come closer, and ordered a shot of beer. As he walked away, he took another look towards the door, watching a blond elf exit. Turning around, the tiefling from earlier was leaning on the counter next to her. She kept her eye on him, pretending to be very interested in the edge of his wallet. Tara: Tara sighed, reaching for the doors before walking out. He needed to buy some food ASAP. The bushes weren't exactly plentiful there and she hadn't eaten in a few days. He headed towards a shop, but their doors were closed when he came to shouts: "We don't like your people here." and “Go away, elven demon.” He sighed once more and looked out at the forest. “I guess…I’ll have to gather what I can..."