Seeing that the man did not answer she turned to the fire. In it figures started to form and dance about. "i guess i'm telling my story first." in the flames appeared a bar with a girl in her late teens having a drink. "It was not my first drink nor my last but it was the first time i was in human form and got attacked." in the flames where three men a bit drunk and full of inergy. one slammed a page on the table. the girl simply looked up as the men talked. it being in flame there was no talk but it was clear that they were talking. the other two walked around her chair and grabbed her shoulder.  Flame came from the girls mouth and burned the one who showed the paper. the two men stepped back a bit surprised and pulled their swords. the girl took the flame from the man that was now dead and threw it at the remaining two before running off.

"at times i regret it but at the time it was my only way she could stay free. I never meant to kill the man and now i have more trouble as stronger now chase me."

She turned to watch the flames and listened he story. She tilted her head in interest and looked over at her. She didn't say much so she didn't interrupt the story. She leaned against the wall and lightly nodded.

Itiel slowly prowled the streets of the city, keeping his head down and avoiding the shemlen that would occasionally cross his path.

Some time passed before he reached the door of the establishment, where silent footfalls lead him past the threshold. Taking a seat not far from the trio he would casual assess his surroundings before adjusting his seating to give him a better view of the ongoings.

Brow lifting in mild surprise as he noticed the elven lass leaning against a wall. Itiel had not thought he would encounter one of his own so soon into his journey.

His musings were interrupted by a human servent- interesting, he thought- before attempting to signal that he simply wished a glass of water. This would take some time as the human looked as stupid as Itiel had thought. After what seemed like an eternity, the human scampered off to fetch the glass of water leaving him to stare at the elven lass once more.

She brushed her hair to the side with  a small sigh. Something suddenly seemed….suddenly off. She mentally cursed herself for taking her bow off her back and putting it to the side. In case…anything happened, she prepared herself to run for her bow to defend herself. Worst case scenario? She would have to hope her new friend would help her out a bit.

"Relax." she said as she could fill Leodrisa's nerves as the woman looked at her bow. vinsue quickly surveyed the room than looked back at the flame. she could see the place was empty except for an elvish looking man. "He would be no trouble for the two of us." she said in a hushed voice than gave a smile that showed her thoughts if the guy tried anything.

"I haven't seen one of my kind in a long time. Yet he sets me off, I don't know why." She replied looking at her then back at the man. "But at least there's two of us and one of him." She replied with a small smile.

The waiter returned with his glass of water, setting it on the aged table before Itiel, who now had his dull eyes narrowed at the pair. He noted the elf glance at her bow before looking at him. While his bow rested on his lap, it was not crafted for combat in any way. If things were to escalate, he'd probably only get one chance to use it.

As these thoughts ran through his head, he cast a gaze over to the woman's companion, who had now given Itiel a rather nasty smile that wouldn't look out of place set on a dragon. Bringing the glass to his lips to take a small sip of the water inside, he throws a venomous smile of his own in response whilst he brought the glass back down to the table.

She uncomfortably bit her lip as she noted his smirk. "So strange."  She muttered to herself with a small sigh. "Maybe I'm just being paranoid. Never used to sitting before in one spot." She looked him over as he took a drink of his water. "But can't you feel that too?" She shook her head as she sat up to get comfortable. "Any case, we get into a fight here, its gonna be a problem. With the attention it will attract and the humans working here." She replied as she finally looked away from him.

Downing what's left of his drink before setting it aside, Itiel leans over to the side of his seat where he begins to rummage in his sack for sometime. His hand withdrawing with a simple leather bound journal accompanied by a quill and some ink. Taking a final glance at the pair he proceeds to go about his business writing in the book.

She finished up the drink she had previously ordered. She wanted to head out as soon as they could, so she could keep moving and find a new place. She leaned against the wall again with a small yawn, running a hand through her hair.