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The girl's words caused Shade to feel a flush of heat washing over his pale cheeks. He smelled like a boy? This was the first time he had come across a human with a notable sense of smell. Raising an arm, Shade took the moment to sample his own supposed scent. A small nose gently tapped against the surface of his pale, smooth skin, but the result left him confused. Shade could not smell anything, much less a difference between himself and those around him, at the current distance. 

The elf's gray, short sleeved tunic and black pants were both quite baggy on his scrawny body, and were undoubtedly coated in the scent of travel, with a hood draped over his features. It was attached to a short cloak extending down towards the boy's waistband, with a porcelain pin attached to it in the form of a clip. Anything longer would have hindered dexterous movements by an inconvenient amount. 

Fingerless gloves following the theme of Shade's less than creative color-scheme donned the boy's dainty, slender hands. He could smell the handle of his blade on their surface, polished steel tightly gripped in response to danger. 

The elf's thoughts would, however, travel elsewhere, and the heat in his cheeks grew all the more prominent. His father had once told him that females could smell their way to adequate prospects, especially during a specific time, each month. Whether this was a joke or not, the master assassin would not say. Many rumors surrounded the mystery that were womenfolk, and Shade knew not the answer to a single one of them. Asking his mother was far too embarrassing. 

Shaking the thoughts from his mind, Shade shifted his attention to their new friend. She possessed a porcelain pin, which likely indicated that she had yet to accept any missions, on her own. Additionally, Shade saw her entering the building, and she had not examined the board. "If other adventurers are that hostile in here," he motioned towards the man who had left a memorable impression, now sitting with a mug of ale grasped between his fingers, "it's probably more dangerous outside." Every quest was, after all, a competition, and the reward warranted greed from many. This would not have been the first time experienced warriors preyed on those with less. 

Gently tapping a small foot against the floor, Shade maintained a practiced gaze on the steel-ranked adventurer. He was certain that they had not seen the last of him. Shade did not understand the nature of women, but men were quite simple, and pride repeatedly made itself known as the most common of sins. When wounded, anger soon followed, which warranted action. "He might follow us into the sewers, and no one will notice if a group of new adventurers end up dead," Shade warned. Though a morbid disposition, the boy was taught since birth to be paranoid. He was a Dark Elf on human soil, and that in itself was an act of aggression.

"If you don't have a group, you should probably stick with us, until things calm down," the elf continued, his silent, soft voice trickling through a pair of thin, pale lips. 

Catching the occasional glare from their previous encounter did not help in easing Shade's mind. Though the two women at the man's side appeared far less sinister than their partner, it merely meant that they possessed an advantage over him. "Those three might want to cash in on us," the boy continued, managing a quiet sigh.