“Save your words, human.” The growling tone of the sheltered elf mumbled underneath an ashen cloak. Keeping most of her attire beneath it, and only the crystalline amethyst hues peering up from beneath it. “I’ve no reason to waste my breath on the endless. Your finite life is but a whisper to mine, so I would not bother with even a grimace of my reasons.” The idle click of boots echoed from beneath her over cloak, carrying herself with a subtle fashion that one would likely see in thieves. Wandering off and beyond the well-dressed man into the bazaar as her eyes wandered between the passing faces and stalls. The crippling noise of the souls which had gathered there forced the sharp ears to lay themselves off due to the irritation. “Filthy race. .” The woman fashioned her digits around the pommel of a dagger as she grazed by several into the direction of an alley to remove her from the crowd entirely.
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