Everything was depressing as the time went on. The people around the tavern slowly scattered as the 'night' advanced. Eventually even the tavern itself became almost void of life and any noise. The only reason keeping her from going to her bed and enjoying a last night of sleeping on a bed before heading out in the darkness vanished. She quickly drank the rest from her mug and headed towards the place where her room was. It was on the same level as the main area of the tavern, just behind a wall behind the bartender. It only had a single room for the guests, but with a bunch of beds within. It wasn't really a bad design, most of the time. Tonight she was alone in it as few travelers from the core cities really passed by here. She threw her backpack next to the shabby looking bed, and quickly laid on it. The feeling of something different from stone under her back was indeed a blissful one. She let out a pleased moan as she tried to move a little so she can position herself more comfortable.[color=a187be][b]” This is one of the best feeling in the entire world~” [/b][/color]She said to herself and reached into her right boot, taking the small dagger she kept in it and placing it under the blankets. As with most things in this underground world, most of the cloth was not made by the things it once was made of. The linen and silk and cotton had become quite the treasure to have and were unbelievably precious. These were made by a plant that grew almost like threads. Well just the next way the need brought new idea. It wasn't the most warm thing to use as blankets when sleeping, but it was still better than nothing. As she was taking off the cloak and the leather singlet, she suddenly realized something and quickly walked back to the main area of the tavern.

 [color=a187be][b]“Excuse me, innkeeper, but I need to ask of you to war any possible other clients that's dangerous to approach me while I slee...p...”[/b][/color] She began saying before she even made the corner and then she saw the girl that was carrying the waterskins. Young beautiful, long blond hair, very elegant body and another trait that picked her attention... slightly pointed ears.[color=a187be][b]” Ohhh... please excuse me if I interrupted your work somehow.”[/b][/color] Calitha apologized with a smile to both of them and leaned on the wall.

 [b][color=a187be]“Excuse me, young miss, but are you by chance a half elf?”[/color][/b] The warrior asked in pure curiosity. She had seen a few elves in her travels, but they usually kept to themselves. She did remember full well their very distinctive ears and incredible beauty though. That's why it wasn't hard to see the resemblance here. Now the other question was... what was someone with the blood of elves doing here? Quite the interesting thing she stumbled upon tonight. Thing was there was great possibility she wasn't going to receive an answer as the witchcraft tattoos on her neck was quite visible and most people tended to keep away from her. THe elves she met didn't, but they didn't really care actually, so there was a chance she might get to learn an interresting thing after all.