[color=39b54a]Another dragon had been said to have been spotted. It was like this world just wanted to be in chaos constantly. There had been countless of wars between the different races until the first dragon had arrived. It had taken a lot of lives and a lot of constant fighting and planning to take down the dragon, only to know another one had risen again. It had just kept going on like that for ages, and now there supposedly was a new one. If one thought their life was boring, they would only have to join one of the orders to make their life exciting and dangerous. Though of course, many people preferred the more casual life, instead of fighting dragons and undead creatures and what else they could come up against as a soldier for the world. But to Eliza, these things didn’t matter. She had travelled from the continent of Tyria, where her home as a Sylvari was. She came from the Grove, which was the main home to the Sylvari. All of them were born with a dream, a dream that showed them what they should do in life. It could be to take down a dragon, help find information on something, become a famous scholar or something else. But Eliza La Chev had been born with nothing. Some said she was a fraud, a fake sylvari, though no one had been able to explain just how that would work. The Mother of the pale tree knew Eliza from the day she was born and that was proof that Eliza was a true sylvari. However, even the Mother had been unable to explain why Eliza had been born without a dream. 

Whatever the case was, Eliza had become a very well respected necromancer, rather feared in some corners of the world as well and she was highly intelligent. She had joined the Durmand Priory order, though she hadn’t come to them, they came to her to ask if she would join them. At the time, she didn’t feel like she belonged anywhere in the world specifically, her skills as a necromancer had served different nations well throughout her long life, but without a dream, she had no goal to keep her focused on. When the Durmand Priory then offered her a position with them, she saw no reason to say no. Since then, life had been very interesting for the most part. However, she wasn’t sure if she would call a new dragon interesting, it was dangerous as hell, but it was her job, with the rest of the Durmand Priory members, to investigate into the rumors of the dragon and see what could be done about it. There was one catch though, the dragon was not in Tyria, it was in the continent of Muria, which had so far avoided the attention of dragons. It was a continent that Eliza had never visited before and now had to live in for a long time, possibly for many years, depending on the ruler of this continent and how willing people would be to cooperate. One thing she knew though, was that she was supposed to meet up with another man at a tavern called The Warped Nail. She didn’t know if this continent was used to seeing Sylvari, maybe they had completely different races here, but she didn’t want to hide herself. Besides, on an evening where it was raining as much as it was this night, she felt at home. 

She wore a staff on her back, which seemed to be made out of very fine wood, with what seemed like a demon with two big wings, made out of bone at the top of it. Along the shaft, there were green lines, that looked like it could be vines, though it could just be decorative markings as well, it was difficult to tell. It was a very fine staff though, high quality and it looked very expensive if you had to buy it. She wore nothing besides a kind of leaf top, that was connected with a leaf skirt that went down to her knees. It was in beautiful colors. Sylvari was made of the nature, which meant she didn’t have normal skin, though it looked like skin at some parts of her body, other parts looked like it could be part of a tree. She was an attractive woman though. 

She arrived at The Warped Nail with the rain dripping down from her whole body. She had walked all the way here after she had arrived with the ship to Muria. It had taken a while, but she had found it without too much difficulty. She looked up at the Tavern sign to make sure it was the right place, and it seemed to be. She could hear horses being taken care of around the side and the back of the Tavern, though she had no interest in going to check them out. She had a description of the man she was going to meet and there was no reason to delay their meeting any longer. She went into the Tavern and for a moment, people turned to look at her. At least that answered her question that Sylvari wasn’t a common sight here, could be that she was a woman though, but she felt it was more the Sylvari situation. Then people turned around again and started buzzing with conversation once more. She looked around the room herself and found the man that she was going to meet. Despite trying to lay low, choosing a table that was deserted all around it, kind of made you stand out, but she supposed it didn’t matter here. 

She walked over to the table and looked at him. She was still dripping wet and it was running down her skin and into her nature outfit. She sat down without the chair making a sound and crossed her legs. She took off her staff and placed it next to her, against the window that accompanied their table. Then she opened her mouth and a breath that was unnaturally cold came out of her. It felt like the breath that came from the undead creatures, which could freeze anything that they came close to, but she didn’t kill, she spoke. [color=fff200]“I’m Eliza La Chev, from the Durmand Priory on the continent of Tyria. I believe you are the man that I am looking for.”[/color] She didn’t speak loudly, there was no reason to make everyone eavesdrop on what would probably become a tense conversation, but she had to make sure this was the man she was looking for. 
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