It was midnight and the halls of the Prancying Pony held naught but silence.
She had assumed the tavern would be safer than the streets itself at night.
But Elwae was soon to be proven wrong.
She had entered an empty room that had an attractive fireplace.
Along with a table and comforting chairs.
She had sat down and eased the chair forward in front of the fireplace.
The girl had stretched her hands outward and warmed her hands.
All had seemed peaceful, nor did it seem anyone was watching her.
Though, after that single moment of peace, a figure had entered.
It was a woman and a foreigner no doubt.
A name was not given.
The woman merely stared at the child in utter silence.
Elwae had exchanged glances.
With a sigh she had slowly had risen "What do you want?"
There was no answer.
Slowly the woman had inched toward her.
Before she had known it, she was being carried off into the night.
She had struggled and attempted to resist like any sane person would.
But alas, she was but a girl.
Nor as well trained as she thought she was, regarding a blade.
Soon everything had gone black.
