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*A dark elf, badly burned and scarred worse steps out from the shadows inhabited by a few Valkinvy and an orc*

*A chill fils the air as the elf slings his lute from his back and starts to strum a melody*

*All are reminded of a lost love, a failed mission, or a dissapointed father. THe tune is ended, the elf steps back into the shade and is effectively no more. Naught but the smoke of his fireweed remains*

"Um. Hmmm."

*Taps a finger against his chin, looking thoughtful, then walks to the bar and pours himself a drink*

"Wait just one second..."

*Downs the contents of the glass. Pauses for a moment and looks around**

"Nope. I'm not drunk."

*Rolls up his sleeve and pinches his arm*

"Not dreaming either. I suppose that leaves a simple question... Who or what was that?"

*the elf walks over to the barkeep, whispers a few words in his ear, and hands him a package. With a knowing hesitation, the barkeep takes the package and accepts a few chits of silver for payment. The Elf returns to his dark corner, satisfied*