A young girl, though she was more around 3,000 years of age, walked up a small dirt path towards a rather large Tavern. She reached the door and pushing it open she entered. Her black hooded cloak was draped about her shoulders, her hood still up. She glanced around the room slightly, everyone staring at her as she entered. Her silver-blue eyes traveled to look at her black Elven boots. As she made her way across the room towards a small corner, she crossed her arms across her chest under her cloak. She then turned her back to the dark, shadowed corner and leaned into it, almost disappearing as her back hit the connecting walls. She stood at the corner watching as the room went back to their merry words and tales. As she scanned the room, her silver-blue eyes locked on a young man walking towards her. Her eyes traveled away from him as he stopped in front of her. He was a young man, short blue hair, with short blue bangs falling in front of bright sea-green eyes. His muscles were toned, and his skin was dark. His black vest stretched as he folded his arms across his chest and continued to stare at her. He softly stomped his foot to gain her attention, but she continued to ignore him. He unfolded his arms, placing his hands in the pockets of his sea-green pants. She finally turned her silver-blue eyes back to him. “What do you want?” she snapped at him, as she was getting very annoyed with his presence. She glared furiously at him, her silver-blue eyes scanning every feature of his face. She wondered if he was scared of her now, or just trying to annoy her; maybe he liked her, liked the way she had commanded the room to look at her as she had entered. He was slightly stunned by her viscous remark. “My name’s Kane,” he said, extending his dark, muscular hand towards her. “And what might the name of a beautiful…” “Don’t try to flatter me with your silly remarks and words. And besides,” she said, scoffing, “my name’s of no importance to the likes of you.” She then pushed passed him, and started to walk to another corner. He reached out his extended hand, grabbing her arm as she passed. “I only want to talk,” he said, making her stop beside him. “Well, I don’t want to.” She tried to rip her arm from his grasp but he held strong. “And let go, before I make you, and that hand never touches anything, or anyone again.” She glared at him again as he stared back at her.