It was a lovely day in Bravado. Clear skies, a nice cool breeze, and a lack of warmth in the sun which gave the air that perfect crisp coldness to it. Velethuil smiled to himself, seeing a lonely young woman sitting on a bench. Grabbing a handful of flowers from the passing garden, he offered them to her. Face lighting up, she took the flowers gently, nodding her appreciation to the man. In doing so, however, placing her in his debt. Something to cash in on later, he thought, merrily. 

"Enjoying yourself, Faerie?" With the bitter tone coming from behind, he caught sight of four cloaked figures in dark, earthy brown leather armour. Velethuil had seen their kind before. Hunters.

Continuing to walk, he allowed the smile to widen. "Why, yes. The skies are blue, the air is cool, and the people are stupid. What more can one ask for-"

The tip of a crossbow bolt glinted in the sun as one of the figures drew the weapon from underneath his cloak. With a small chuckle, the Fae spun on his heel, and clicked his fingers. A blast of frigid air burst from the ground beneath their feet, covering the street in a fine mist. Velethuil ducked into a nearby alleyway, and his form melted away with Faerie Glamour, leaving a woman in his place. The same ice-blue hair, now in a bob cut, and a dark blue and black dress reaching down to her knees. Stumbling through the cloud, coughing and spluttering, she fell into the arms of a hunter, also in a coughing fit. 

The man looked bewildered. "Did you see where he went, girl?" Seemingly unable to speak, being robbed of breath from the ice-cold air, she could only nod and point to the alley. Taking off with a great deal of enthusiasm, the four hunters vanished. Velethuil promptly stopped coughing, and wandered down the street from the way he had come, not yet undoing the glamour. Instead, the woman's form simply pulled the jacket in hand on over her shoulders and sauntered down the street. 

The skies are blue, the air is cool.

The people are stupid.

[i]Let them chase hearsay and rumours for a while,[/i] he thought. Passing the girl, still sitting on the bench clasping the flowers tightly to her chest, Velethuil smiled at her again. To the woman, he was an entirely different person this time around. [i]I have a banquet to attend.[/i]