Inn

[Morwen]

"Your not human" she stated; it was a fact. "What are you?" she survayed him with intrest.

[Ah'mal]

[glow=black,2,300]"A powerful being, known to man only through ancient legends from the far south." he responded. Djinns were cryptic beings, and Ah'mal was no exception. He would not let her know what he truly was. There was a legend about genies, telling that anyone who captured one would get three wishes against his or her release. Even though that was a rather hard thing to accomplish, genies were very hard to capture. But still, he didn't want to cause an unnecessary fight, which would most likely drive him away from Rhun, before he had finished his studying of it's people.[/glow]

[Morwen]

"Hmmm" she regarded him for a few moments. That hadn't helped her, but they had many anceint books back at the palace. "Your not going to tell me more than that are you." she laughed quitely. But why not? What are you hideing?
"At least tell me your name. I am Morwen."

[Cyrith]

A hooded figure opened the door of the Inn and stepped inside. She closed the door behind her and looked around for a moment. She then removed her hood, revealing her long dark brown hair.
She walked over to the bar. She ordered herself a drink then a found a vacant table in a far corner and sat down at it. She removed her sword from her belt and laid it across the table but never removing her hand from it.

[Morwen]

Strangers. Strangers everywhere she looked. Morwen was slightly disconserted. She'd been coming here for years and she'd never seen so many unknown people in here.

[Ah'mal]

[glow=black,2,300]"My name is Ah'mal." He said. "I do not often speak with strangers. I usually observe to learn more about different races and their cultures. My kin do not often interact with others." he told her. That was all he was going to let her know. Hopefully she would leave him alone now. He had told her more than she should know.[/glow]

[Morwen]

"So your from a race that keeps itself to itself hmmm? But not you. Whats your reson behind that? Power" She smiled; guessing his thoughts. "I'm not going to leave you alone; so you;ve got two choices. Either you come to the Palace as my guest, and obaying the rules of the host I do not take advantage of you or anything you say. Or you disappear and my people track you down. And they will." she put her drink down. "The Tatteyen are comletly ruthless and will find you at whatever the cost; they are the people that trained me." She smiled, but it was slightly bitter. "If you come as my guest i promise to answer truthfully any questions you may have about me and 'our culture'. Whats it to be Ah'mel?"

[Ah'mal]

[glow=black,2,300]Palace? So she was royal after all. He listened to her request, or rather her demand. She probably wanted to use his powers for personal gain. Humans seemed to love power, one of the thing he had discovered during his travels. He was thinking over her offer, it could benefit him. He would get a much bigger understanding of the people of Rhun that way, than by sitting and watching from a shadowed corner of an inn. And once he had what information he needed he could leave. She could try tracking him down. "What choice do I have." he said, taking the offer. [/glow]

[Morwen]

Her face broke into a wide open smile "Good, i'm glad; mutral freinds are a much nicer commodity than those forced against thier will. Come" She stood up and two woman dressed in the uniform of the Palace Guard; or Rhuzons, stepped foreward out of the shadows,
"This man is my Guest and will staying at the palace." Morwen said quitely, underlineing the word guest.
The two woman nodded and fell in behind them.

[Morhin]

A tall man, hooded and cloaked, entered the inn and ordered a drink. He sat down at a table by himself and placed his boots on the table. He downed half his ail and then pulled out a pipe, which he lit. As he blew out a puff of smoke, Rawhide took a quick survay around the room. A few more strangers than usale, but no cause for alarm. Rawhide finished his drink and was about to order another when he knowtest a women sitting in the corner. There was nothing unusal about her. Her face and hair, though lovely, was dirty and unkept. A face that had seen hard times and didn't care what people thought. But that wasn't what had caught Rawhide's eye. The fact that the women had layed a sword on the table but had kept one hand on it struck him as odd. Eather she was expecting trouble, or was warning trouble away. The woman caught his stare, to which Rawhide mearly nodded and blew another puff of smoke into the air. Another woman caught his attention, this one he knew. As she pasted by him, Rawhide said, "Had to get out of the Palace I see Morwen." He glanced at the strange looking man following her. "And who might this be?" He asked as he took another puff of his pipe.

[Ah'mal]

[glow=black,2,300]Ah'mal stood up and started following Morwen. Getting to live in a palace was something new for him. He had lived most of his life as a nomad in the deserts, usually in tents and occassionaly in some cave. Ah'mal looked at the man, who seemed to recognize Morwen. Ah'mal glared at the man, but said nothing.[/glow]

[Morhin]

Rawhide continued to study the stranger without saying a word. The ember in his pipe glowed brighter as he took another puff and then said, "Your no orc, but I don't belive you to be a man eather. Your too foul to be an elf, yet you have a look that would suggest something... elvish." Rawhide puffed his pipe again and raised an eyebrow. "Am I close? What's your name?"

[Morwen]

"A very secretive gue-st of mine Rawhide, your welcome if you can get any more of his identity out of him than i have." she laughed
"He says his names Ah'mel, and he can disapper from one end of the room to the other in a cloud of sand. So i don't think he's a elf. What do you think?" she asked playfully, enjoying the riddle set before her.

(The forum won't let me write the word gue-st normaly. I'v just realised it keeps comeing up as Ranger)

[Morhin]

Rawhide puffed at his pipe again then said, "Your eather a Wizard or your very, very good at illutions." He reagarded Morwen for a moment then said, "You must be something special if your a gue-st of Morwen's. She does seem to have a gift of picking unusal people. But I would like to know what race you are and from wear you hail from?"


(Yea, that is kind of anoying)

[Ah'mal]

[glow=black,2,300]"I'm a momad from the southern deserts. My kind's name is something I have no wish to let a stranger know. There's been too long since my people had contact with the rest of the world. Few believes in our existance. You included. Otherwise, you would have watched that tongue of yours better." Ah'mal replied, looking at the man. For being barely 5 ft tall, the genie was quite cocky. He wasn't worried that any of these humans would be any threat against him. [/glow]