Michiko’s sight was blurry as she woke. Her strange dream gave her a headache. What was that? What did it mean? How could she even understand that jumbled mess? Her thoughts were cut off by the loud grumble in the corner of the inn room she lay in. It was a small room, made of hard oak logs. They were stained with old food stains and an even older paint job. The window behind her let in warm sunlight that lit most of the room and the bed she lay in.

Her eyes fixed on the man sitting in a rocking chair at the corner of the room. He was a tall man, Michiko estimated he was about eight and a half feet tall. His hair was straight and if it was not pinned in a bun, would probably reach past his shoulders. Its deep red color was dulled by the grease and dirt matted through his hair. His skin was dark in color, but the freckles on his arms were quite visible. His black tunic was covered by the leather apron that reached to his knees. 

The man was snoring and in a deep sleep. He was elven for sure, his ears gave him away, but the only elves on Ramentia are Emerald elves. They were green in skin tone, and they had no other hair color than teal or tea green. So this man astounded Michiko. Where in the thirteen hells was she?!  

Removing the covers, she placed her bare feet on the wooden floor. It was cold and the boards creaked under her weight. The man stirred but did not wake. Instinctively she used a spell she called thief eyes. It was a blue magic spell. Blue magic is unique in its illusionary and water attributes. With this ability she could see into any one’s pocket as long as they were unaware of her magical presence. 

There were several things in his pockets. A silver dagger with strange markings, some silver coins, and a spoon. Maybe he is a cook? She wondered as she stood and stepped closer to him. As she walked the floorboards creaked beneath her. “Sir?” She spoke softly at first, but when he did not wake, Michiko spoke louder. “ Hello, sir?” She tried again, and this time she nudged his shoulder. 

“ Must you be so rude?” The man spoke in a groggy tone. “ Rude? You cannot be serious, I-.” She stopped and then sighed, there was no point in arguing with someone about rudeness when she had no Idea where she was. “ Where am I?” Michiko questioned. “ You’re in the Dragon Slayer tavern.” The man answered plainly. “ The boss found you outside the tavern in the dumpster out back. You were unconscious, so the boss told me to take you inside discreetly.”

“Discreetly?”  Michiko immediately looked at her appearance, yet her disguise still remained. Yet that was confusing, for she had just woken from a dream, and she would not be able to focus on keeping up that blue magic disguise if she was asleep. “ Mhm, your kind ain’t welcome in regular establishments, but the boss is nice. She take you in.” “ My kind, what are you referring to?”