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Standing next to the door she looks around the room that she had originally awoken in. Nothing had changed in the time between then and now, the walls of the ill fitted boards still allowed a draft, the rickety bed still creaked with the slightest motion, and the door still sounded as if it belonged in a haunted house. Shaking her head slowly she lowers the and hood that usually covers her features, running the fingers of one hand through her hair loosening it from the ever present cloth. The other hand unpinning the clasp of her cloak, letting it fall into a pool of dark cloth that seems to call to the shadows. Moving to the foot of the bed she begins to unbuckle the straps that keep the dark cloth armor snug against her lithe body. Slipping out of the now loose material she begins examining her pale body for any wounds that may have been missed, the words of the young human male creep unbidden into her mind.
"You are pretty for a hin."
Rolling her eyes at the memory she removes the gloves and boots that aid in the stealth she enjoys. Dressed in only her under garments, she walks to the night stand, her movements that of a predator, controlled and graceful. Opening the top drawer she looks down at the unfamilar face, the emotionless blue eyes that are reflected back seeming to look at her in disdain. The left side of her face is decorated with pale green vines, as if the life had been drained from them, that twist and stretch across her cheek and down her neck stopping just above the collar bone. The vines connect to a light blue rose on her jaw, just below the ear. One finger slowly traces the tattoo as her mind once more wonders if it has any meaning behind it.
Closing the drawer before the thought can progress any farther, she climbs into the bed and settles under the covers on her back. As her eyes close the image of the young human male being stabbed in the back by a triumphant orc flashes through her mind.
"Damn it!"
The words escape her lips angrily as she throws off the covers and slips from the bed, stalking to her pack. Digging to the bottom, she finds her stash of scrolls and begins shuffling through them. She tosses each one that she doesn't need over her shoulder until she finds the one to suit her needs. Stepping to the center of the clear space in the room, kicking the discarded scrolls out of her way, she recites the words that will activate the scroll. Taking a deep breath she releases it with two words, an unknown feeling of hope and worry wrapped together hits her.
"Locate Michael"
"You are pretty for a hin."
Rolling her eyes at the memory she removes the gloves and boots that aid in the stealth she enjoys. Dressed in only her under garments, she walks to the night stand, her movements that of a predator, controlled and graceful. Opening the top drawer she looks down at the unfamilar face, the emotionless blue eyes that are reflected back seeming to look at her in disdain. The left side of her face is decorated with pale green vines, as if the life had been drained from them, that twist and stretch across her cheek and down her neck stopping just above the collar bone. The vines connect to a light blue rose on her jaw, just below the ear. One finger slowly traces the tattoo as her mind once more wonders if it has any meaning behind it.
Closing the drawer before the thought can progress any farther, she climbs into the bed and settles under the covers on her back. As her eyes close the image of the young human male being stabbed in the back by a triumphant orc flashes through her mind.
"Damn it!"
The words escape her lips angrily as she throws off the covers and slips from the bed, stalking to her pack. Digging to the bottom, she finds her stash of scrolls and begins shuffling through them. She tosses each one that she doesn't need over her shoulder until she finds the one to suit her needs. Stepping to the center of the clear space in the room, kicking the discarded scrolls out of her way, she recites the words that will activate the scroll. Taking a deep breath she releases it with two words, an unknown feeling of hope and worry wrapped together hits her.
"Locate Michael"