Zymeni paused before he entered the inn. His hand gripped the sheet of paper, the words written in Elvish. He had only just noticed it and had snatched it up before anyone saw but he decided to read it when there were less people from the Guild around. As he hitched Vioarr and entered the tavern he asked for ale and stew. As he received his request he pulled out the paper and read it.

Zy gulped. The elven lady wanted to meet with him. She said he was a brethren. She mustn't know I'm only half-elf he thought. He still decided to meet her though. He had never met a full elf other than his mother before. As he finished his stew he paid and got up. Leaving the horse behind he left the tavern and walked the dark streets. The sky above was dark and he relied mostly on the directions given rather than his own eyes. Eventually he arrived at the location. A large house, opulent and magnificent. Nervous he knocked on the door, a caution hand on his whip.

[@Rogue Colm]