As you walk out a door leading from Rozemari's Dwelling, a small jewelled dagger whizzes by your ear. and sticks into a ... tree! What that the hell? Where did her house go? No matter, you have better things to worry about... keeping your ears attached for instance, as you duck from another onslaught of small pointy objects. A short elvish looking girl trots up to you, "Watch out will you! You are in my way!"
She is scowling, yet you see her eyes clearly; they glitter with something Rozemari's didn't. What is it? Precision, where Rozemari's just pierced though your gaze and into your mind.
"So, where am I?" You ask with geuine curiosity. There was yet another house not far to the right of where you were standing. You wonder what those shelves are full of.
Annoyed that you obviously aren't going to leave on your own, the slender elvish girl throws one more dagger, this time landing a foot above your head, and darts up to you, asking, "So what do you want? You may come inside, I suppose, since you seem to just want to gawk at everything! Haven't you ever seen a tree before?!" With that you follow her into the house.
While you felt moderately uncomfortable and curious in Rozemari's Dwelling, here you are absolutely terrified. You already saw what this youth could do with knives, but lining the walls are everything from swords to crossbows to guns. There are but few of the latter, however, and you guess this is because she isn't as proficient.
As if she read your thoughts.. "Would you like a demonstration? I assure you I am as deadly with a gun as a sword," she growls into your ear. "I actually don't care for the automatic weapons, it takes away from the skill." Touch what you will but don't set anything off....
