Andor Roq was a man that had lived through many things. Through wars, plagues, weddings, and peace talks, he had traveled around the world alone and with friends. It felt like he had gone back in time as he watched the boy in front of him. On a smooth jaw, and wire framed glasses that were pushed up at intermittent intervals. His blonde hair tied back out of his face, with awkward bangs which he brushed back out of his view once or twice. It showed his nervousness. Yet, as he looked closer he knew he was exactly where he was supposed to be.

The boy he was looking at was not the man he had met twenty years ago. The look in his gray colored eyes was less sure than the man he remembered. They were not defiant. They were just scared and uncertain. The way they darted from right to left they were looking for someone, and also wary of those around him. Jumpy and shaking in his boots the boy was dressed just how he had left the desert. Long flowing robes, a scarf wrapped loosely around his neck, and his pack held close to his chest. Smacking chapped lips the elf sighed as he watched the boy continue into the tavern. He flinched at each sudden motion towards him, with a look of fear in his eyes.

"Eddie... what do you think you're doing..." He muttered leaning back for a moment as he waited for the kid to do something stupid. Calloused hands wrapping themselves around the giant mug set before him, hazel eyes looking up just in time to see the boy make a wrong step and trip into a very large man drinking a beer. Taking a few sips, he watched the child get lifted up by his robes, and the look of unease that had been on the boy’s face earlier was now a look of terror. Clicking his tongue he sat up and brushed off his vest, adjusted his bandanna and then walked swaggered forward to intervene.

(( And.... I don't know if that is a satisfactory beginning or not.

Andor is mine, along with the kid that I have not named. So yah... Your turn ^^;; ))

((It was a fine beginning. I'm assuming that both characters of yours are elves. I can change it if I'm wrong ^^))



Selene watched as the young elf boy was picked up by his robes by the burliest man in the tavern. A small smirking smile crept upon her lips as she lifted her mug of ale and took a gulp. Her eyes never left the boy. He was quite handsome, little younger than herself, but there was still the innocence of youth in his face. And it showed mainly through the terror in his eyes as he stared at the rampaging man holding his robes.

Selene's dark brown hair hid most of her features, but like most elves, she shared the high elegant cheekbones, thin lips and eyebrows, and almond shaped eyes. Not to mention the ears. She had her hair tied back into a loose plait, but shorter peices around her face always fell loose. Her eyes were a deep emerald green, and held a wisdom that was far beyond her years. Since she had just come from the sea, she was wearing brown leggings that hugged her figure, tanned leather boots and a leather belt that held her emerald tunic to her waist.

She slid her right hand down to a dagger she kept in her belt and pulled it loose as her eyes studied the angry mans face. Screaming something, he pulled back a fisted hand, at which point she threw the dagger. It sliced through the air and pinned the mans sleeve into a post, keeping him from hitting the boy.

Getting up, she silently moved forward, her eyes meeting the mans. "You would be a fool to lay a hand on a young elven boy." Her tone was thick with warning venom.