WHAM! "And stay out!" the burly man shouted, slamming the door loudly. He was a thin wood elf, hair cropped short and a cotten shirt and shorts was all he owned. Well, except the large bag of coins he had managed to steal right under the burly man's nose. It now clanged loudly as he sat up, covered in muk. He took it out from under his shirt, grinning widely. He had just opened it when an argonian women approached him. she wore a tight fitting cropped tank-top and a studded skirt that slitted just at the thigh, providing more maneuverability and a good view. A leather belt sat on her wide hips and a wickedly sharp axe glinted as she turned toward him. An iron shield straddled her arm, the etching looking like a dragon breathing fire at the ground. Swirling ink marking's climbed her arms and bare feet, the curving nails looking exquisitely deadly. Her spike's atop her head curved back, looking like a pair of devil's horn's from the sight. Her eye's were a striking blue, matching the amulet that sat on her throat. The small wood elf gulped, bundling the bag in a fist. Her tongue snaked out and when she spoke a set of sharp teeth gleamed brightly. "Need any help?" she offered holding out a clawed hand. " Naw, I was just leavin' ya see?" He said, his breath coming back to him. His hand was strangling the bag, his knuckles turning white from the effort. Her eyes flickered briefly then in one swift movement she had the bag of coins in her talons, red edging them now. The young boy looked down at his slightly cut hand then gasped as blood started running down his palm. He looked up to find the women gone and the dark black horse outside the small inn also had dissapeared.