To Join the Fight

[Elrik Konun]

Ok I am sick of waiting. Board Closed!

[Draumr]

Nightingale Ann Markshilk was not having a good day.

She was sitting on her bed, eyes closed, and rubbing her temples.

(Humans....Sometimes they just make me sick)

The young elf thought to herself. Actually to a human she was immensely old, however one hundred and fifty was an elf's equivalent to twenty. She had not yet been able to develop the patience older elves seemed to always posses as of yet. So her temper often got the better of her.

Thusly she had come close to unleashing her temper and completely breaking down several times in the past few months.

(Why did I even take this job?)

She asked herself, but then she sighed, remembering her reason

(Oh yeah…Mother and Father wanted me to take this job…..I wanted to carry out their last wishes.)

Nightingale’s eyes filled with tears

(Nightingale! Your letting your emotions escape you! Remember what Ebrithil always told you!)

She mentally chided herself. She wiped her eyes and stood up, regaining composure. She decided she could use some fresh air and walked outside rather moodily, making sure her hair was hiding her pointed elf ears.

ooc: the parenthesis are her thinking to herself.

[Draumr]

She rasied an eyebrow at the man standing before her.

"What do you want to see?" (Human....just wonderful....)

Even though she was not in the mood she decided she needed to be nice and calm to everyohne and may as well be nice....

[Draumr]

"The Varden?" She murmered suspiciously

She looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Very annoyed with herself for doing it but realizing it was needed plunged into his mind..........

ooc: Short...

[Draumr]

"Barzuln.." She muttered. He knew magic! She eyed him apprehensivly. She had gotton enough from her breif glimpse to percive he was not a threat, her face cracked into a small smile. "Sorry about that, it was needed...."