Narmarcíel entered the Red Magician late in the night. The candles had all burned low and the fire desperately needed to be stirred. The Inn Keeper muffled about momentarily when the cold moist air splashed against his face. Not yet ready to do anything else Narmarcíel twisted her long silver hair in her hands allowing the water to pour onto the wooden floor. She looked about breifly casting her eyes upon the Inn Keeper who slept
still and took her cloak into her hands shaking it as quietly as she knew how. The drops of water staining the floor. The floor sqeaked and cracked beneith her feet as she moved to the fire. Poking and stirring the fire she then placed another log on. The fire groaned and crackled back at her. Warming her small hands only breifly she went to the Inn Keeper.

He was an older man of medium build. The sword at his side gave Narmarcíel the idea that he might have been a warrior in his younger days. Poking him lightly near the shoulder proved no use, she tried tapping him aswell but still doing her no good. She hesitated, biting her lower lip she shook the man who immediately jumped up from his chair grabbing the hilt of his sword looking about for the monster that had awaken him. "Whoah!" he said as he
looked about the room his eyes finally adjusting to see the figure who stode before him. She too had jumped but back and away from the man fearing that he might slash into her with his sword. Her ice violet eyes widened starring back at him as he seemed to calm down, "Tis only I, an elfess seeking a room milord," she spoke softly as he looked at her. "I beg yer mercy I had nay meant to startle ye and I would have left gold and took a key if I had
felt that be proper," She said stumbling over her words in a bit of embaressment aswell when the Keep cut her off. "Ohh.. Ahh, I see. Sorry lass," releasing the hilt from his grasp, "Ye be needin' a room then?" he asked her sitting back down in his chair. Her eyes pleading, she smiled softly and nodded to him. He fumbled about searching the drawer of his desk for a room key finally finding one to suit her needs. He set the key on the desk top,
"That be 6 gold peices lass." Already going through her pouch she counted up the coins in her palm and set them up on the counter picking up the room key. "Thats the third room to the right up 'em stairs there," the Keep said pointing to the left. She smiled gathering herself and moved to go up, "Again mercy and thank thee kindly." The keep smiled and she continued up the poorly lighted stairwell.

She found the door to her room the hallway barely lite she quickly opened her door. The room too dark which began to give Narmarcíel the chills she moved in closed the door behind her and snapped her fingers. The room illuminated as the candles lite up and the logs in the fire place brust into flames. She shivered a bit now pulling off her weapons and excess pouches seating them on the floor. She quickly removed her soggy clothes, wringing and
placing them on hooks about the room. She had been thankful for not wearing her armor and placed her pack down near the edge of the bed. Digging with in it finding a tabard to wear for the night and some healing herbs for colds. Setting the tabard on the bed she moved to the mirrored table setting the herbs there and finally seated herself infront of the fire pulling her knees to her chest as the heat danced over her palid skin. Closing her eyes
she could hear the sound of the rain drops hitting the paned windows in the room. The sound comforted and relaxed her to a more peaceful state. The fire cracked loudly in her ear causing her to open her eyes quickly. Looking at the fire she rolled her self onto her side placing her arm underneith her pile of wet hair. She moved her finger tips over the flames as she moved her figer turning her hand palm side up she caught a small flame which
danced hovering over her palm. The flame twisted and shook itself. It even fliped over she smiled and giggled at it. It danced for a bit on her palm when she figured it might be best to put it back now. Yet, the flame did it for her, hopping back into the fire, rejoining and not to be found again.

Thump... Thump. Thump.

Narmarcíel turned her head towards the door falling lightly on to her back hearing the sound. She looked to the door as if to see if the sound had infact come from it. Assuming that it had not finding no indication that it had she turned back to the fire gazing with in it again.

Thump... Thump. Thump.

The sound louder this time she realized it had come from the other side of her door. Sitting up quickly she grabbed her sword and moved to the door. Opening it only a few inches she peered out finding a young elf male. Her pointy ears perked up seeing one of her own kind. The elf boy held a ketel and what looked like towels and blankets in his arms. "Pardon ma'am, the Keep said ye might be needin' these 'ere so I brought up somma towels and
blankets. This hot ketel and e'en a mug," the elf boy spoke quickly. She looked at him scanning him over for a weapon or any other such and then opened the door fully allowing him to enter. The elf's eyes widened at her and then he lowered them quickly as a blush began to form over the boy's face. Moving quickly he set the ketel and towels on the mirrored table. She stode silently at the door still gripping her sword waiting for the elf to
hurry with his tasks. The elf faught with himself trying not to stare for she hadn't covered herself and went to the door. She smiled at him, "Thank thee kindly." The elf nodded turning red and partically ran down the hall. She shut and locked the door once again.

Sighing lightly she replaced her sword near the edge of the bed and moved to the mirrored table where the hot ketel, mug and her herbal mixture awaited her. She dumped the herbs within the mug and poured the hot water over them. Wrapping the towel on her head in order to dry her long silver hair and tiredly she moved to the edge of the bed pulling her tabard over her head. Grathering up the hot herbal tea and an extra blanket she sat up in bed
covering herself in the warmth. Sipping at the mixture from time to time she relaxed falling into deep thought.

Hours had passed and Narmarcíel had eventually finished the herbal tea. As the rain subsided and the clouds parted giving silvery moon light to sprinkle over her body making her glitter all over in the silver specks of light as she slept peacefully.

Click...

The sound was almost noiseless not awakening her. A small skinny browned creature moved slowly into the room. Waiting a moment looking about and then moved forward jumping up on the corner of the bed. The creature was too light weighted to have stirred her by doing such. It looked at her with it's yellow eyes, sniffing the air for a smell, "Smell Sweet," an annoying almost sqeaky voice rang in the room. Narmaríel stirred but didn't awaken still.
The creature sneered at her and quietly skampered accross the bed closer to her. Nearing her face it leaned down curiously and with a long sharp claw and tiny boney hand it poked at her. Narmaríel didn't move. The creature growled lowly again sniffing the air. The creature moved closer and leaned over Narmarcíel's face.

In a solid and quick movement Narmarcíel held a dager at the creatures thin neck. "What in the abyss?!" she said backing out of the bed. The creature growled at her. "Talk!" she commanded the creature. "Skamp! Skamp afriad! You man flesh! Mean Man Flesh!" the skamp said again annoyingly with his sqeaky ringing voice. Narmarcíel growled at him, "Do I look like a man?" she poked the dager at him. He swiped at her hand with his claws missing,
"Mean Man Flesh!" "And I'm not mean!" she growled poking at him again, "What do you want?" He sneered at her again and then brightened at the word want. Looking her over with its yellow eyes finally casting attention on her silver ring. "Shiny! Pretty!" the skamp said digging the tip of his claw under the edge of the ring. She pulled her hand away and he swatted at her scratching the top of her hand. She cringed at the sudden pain, "First Why
You Here?" she questioned the little beast. He looked up at her thinking, "Me want shiny pretty!" She kept her hand far enough from his reach, "I will give to thee but why you here?" He growled at her now, "Mooren told me go here- Now Shiny Pretty!" the skamp said jumping up and down on the bed as a toodler would. She pulled the ring off her finger keeping a close eye on the skamp. Leaning down but away from the skamp she held the ring between
two of her fingers, "Who Mooren?" "Mooren Master!" he said quickly grabbing the ring. He studied it, then turned jumping of the bed and quickly skampered out of the room. Jumping onto and off the bed she ran after the skamp. Yet, as she entered the hallway the skamp dissapeared into thin air. "Blast! That lil'..." she grumbled moving back into her room and locking the door this time using both latches. Mooren? she thought, Who in the
abyss is Mooren!

With out much thought she snapped her fingers lighting the room once again. She moved to the side of the window and looked out. Trying to recall the name, she starred out when something caught her eye. A cloaked man stode leaning up against an unlighted lantern post looking up at her though the window. As she watched him he turned away and walked down the street fading from her view.