((M'kay, sorry for the late start. I was awaiting a PM from a certain someone. Haven't answered in a couple of days though. But I can start this meanwhile. So, I hope you enjoy!))

"Alright, maybe it wasn't that good of an idea. I mean, seriously, the place is rather filled with guards."

"But the people need the food!"

"Yes yes! But not at the expense of my own life!"

"Going to just sit back and enjoy the carnage then?"

"No! Oh bloody hell, lets get on with this."

That would probably be the covnersation our rogue had with himself. Arguing about wether this was really worth it or not. He'd not want himself killed so outright, but as much as he's seen yet, this town was rather heavily protected by guards. But, besides that, it was a pretty nice town. Houses made out of nice tree logs from the nearby forest, structures like the taverns, pubs and stores made from chopped rock from the mountain. The people didn't seem too bad either! At least, he was unknown around here, so he didn't have to worry about being chased. But who knows how long that'll last. Rumors spreads quicker then fire, it's said.

So, after taking a stroll down one of the streets along the edge of the town, he wondered... Just where to go now? He hadn't ever been in this town before, but by all means it looked pretty rich in itself. Must have some good trading considering just how nice it was. But, as with all towns: The richer they are, the poorer the people are. It's only the nobles that gains from this all with their taxes, so the gods and godesses know just how hard these people walking across the streets are working for but a minimal living.

But, distractions aside, finally our 'hero' made his discovery. It was a tavern, a rather small one, but it seemed like at least a good start. "The Muck Duck", with a rather comical yellow duck sitting in a pile of dirt as the fancy sign showed by the door. He couldn't help but escape a small laughter. Reminded him of a tavern back home, "The Dirty Duck". Maybe the keepers knew each others? Who knows, world can be pretty small at times.

Once finally entering the simple wooden door, avoiding the exposure of the slight-visible sunshine that broke through the overlaying clouds, he'd take a look around. Know your surroundings, important rule. Well, beside the number one rule: Who to get food from first?

Simple, yet kind of cozy. Windows that shone in with the few rays of sunshine that dared to break through the overcast, whilst providing enough light to just barely make the shady corners visible. Sometimes he wondered if it was a standard of taverns. Shady corners. For those people who didn't want to be seen.

But what took his interest the most were the smell. Food. Drinks. Luckily, with no emberassing growl from a starving stomach, he'd start making his way through the half-filled room. Rather nice-carved wooden chairs, alongside rather nice-carved tables, with rather not-so-nice-carved people sitting by them. A lot of dirty workers, taken by smell and the dust covering their clothes. Miners, mostly. Though most jolly they seemed, drinking their liquids, gnawing on their food, enjoying a meal of a day...

Alright, no drooling. He'd get his food soon enough. But for now, most importantly, he needed to scout for people that seemed interesting. Maybe he'd find another shady character? Or mayhaps a mercenary or two? What'd they know if he got money or not, by what they could get from that food supply were probably more worth then the coins they'd ask for.

So, with a seat taken and the hood pulled down, his green eyes spied across the room. Maybe he'd get lucky on his first visit?

"I said give him back!" Kogata repeated, bouncing on her feeble little legs in a vain attempt to get higher.
The brutish teenagers snickered and lifted the struggling fly dragon further out of the elven girl's reach.
"C'mon," he teased, "jump!"
The two cronies flanking the bully jeered. Kogata made another jump to try and retrieve her fly dragon, trying her best to hold back a flow of tears threatening to break out of her eyes.

Now normally Kogata wouldn't be getting anywhere near as close to these boys as she was now, she'd normally keep a good distance away from any people she saw or make herself scarce, however this was a special case; the scruffy boy standing over her had creped up behind her and snatched the fly dragon out of the air. It wasn't until Kogata heard Kyte's frantic squeals that she realized what had happened and rushed to try and retrieve the tiny creature, the problem was the boy was far taller than she was and seemed to be enjoying it.

"What's the matter squirt?" The teen grinned down at her "Don't want to play anymore?"
"Give me back my dragon!" Kogata yelled up.
The boy and his two brutish friends laughed again.
"Hey Jeice! You want a turn?"
The first boy tossed the dragon casually to his companion behind him. The boy raised his hand to catch it but only succeeded in having his finger bitten by the tiny dragon.
"Argh! Damn dragon!" He made to swat it but suddenly had the wind knocked out of him by a well timed headbutt from the tiny elven runaway.

The tiny pair took advantage of the boy's distraction to turn tail and run down the street, weaving about between the crowds of people.
"Little brat, I'll crush that blooming dragon of hers," Jeice slammed a fist into a cupped hand and charged after the pair, followed by his two companions.
Kogata glanced behind her and caught a glimpse of the trio following them, she panicked and sped up, grabbing Kyte out of the air and clutching him to her chest. She skidded round a bend and charged onwards, heading for the first open door she found situated under the image of a rather bath-needy duck. Once inside she ducked under a table and crouched there, shivering like a mouse.

The reactions of the occupants of the room were lost on the tiny girl, as all she could think of was concealing herself as much as possible until the terrible trio had passed by. Unfortunately the threesome came charging into the room a few second later, their eyes scanning the room to try and spot the miniature elf.
"Hey, anybody see a small girl with pigtails and a dragon come in here?" The first boy asked "Only her mom's looking for her and I think she went in here!"
Blooming liar! Kogata thought, although it was probably true apart from the fact her mother lived in the desert.
She glanced up from her quivering mass and noticed a pair of feet descending from the table above her, apparently in her hurry to find cover she hadn't checked to see if the table was occupied or not.

"Hoop...!"

What just happened? Tapping of feet, quick movements and then something just about moved his table! What's going on? The cowled man let his eyes look about and around himself, wondering if someone had just passed him or anything. Though, all he'd notice was the barging of the trio of youngsters that pushed into the room. Rude youngsters these days... Wait, what was shaking below the table...?

Puzzling two and two together, he finally caught a bit of what might've happened, but decided too look startledly at the trio that had occupied the entrance. Though, despise how much he'd normally not involve with strangers, the way the first kid asked somehow left him with a bit of distaste. If someone's mother searched for her daughter, would they really look like a mob of peasants chasing a witch? But in either way, he decided to remain silent - well, at least he was.

In a sense, there'd be a few who shrugged, a few who ignored the trio, but also a few who looked around. They seemed to have noticed that girl coming in, but mostly not exactly where she had hidden.

"'bout ah sahw ah guhrl swhoop bhay, lads." One incredibly heavy accent came saying over to the teens at the door. A strong-set man, despise being a bit short yet broad-shouldered from years of hard work in a mine, would swat a firty hand somewhere into the direction of a brown-cloaked man sitting by a table. "Hope yah gaets haer back'cha haer mom'." He would add, giving a rather half-toothed grin, only meaning well.

Bloody hell. Came the first thought into the red-head's mind. For by the look of that swatting hand, he'd get even more company by now.