| Xiaolang sat back in a ragged tavern chair in the Leaky Dinghy , listening to the raucous noises in the room, waiting for her new partner to arrive. The guild leader had sent her off to build a team of elite fighters to prepare for the upcoming war, and to have small groups ready to protect the important people in Stormreach. She had been none too pleased to work in a group, other people tended to get in her way, and slow things down. She knew other elves, especially the drow, were very sure of their own superiority, and would try to take over the group or come up with foolish plans.
She watched the door closely, ignoring the fight between two drunk dwarves nearby. Soon, the door opened, and a hobbit entered the tavern. She had black wavy hair, and her skin complexion was near to Xiaolang's own. The hobbit was obviously a rogue or ranger by the way she glided in unnoticed. She looked around, and noticing Xiaolang in the corner, crept quietly over, stopping to stand on the other side of the table.
| |
|