An elf in golden colored clothing and a well worn but fine grey cloak steps into the inn. She glances around and leaves a message with the innkeep.
"Please see that this note reaches the wardens Isiolith or Entori," she speaks softly in her melodic toned voice. She offers him a smile and a nod of thanks, leaving a few coins before heading out into the forest humming pleasantly.
[red]"Magic is my armor, my weapon, my shield. It is my entertainment and my occupation. It is my sustenance. When you have magic that you can bend to your will through pure discipline, the possibilities are endless." - Kethoth Uuthrakt[/red]