She nods, "Well I would like to know more of you, like where you came from, where are you going, and what is it that you seek. You see I am very interested in these things for my protector back home enjoys me telling him stories. I want to be able to tell him some magnificent tales!" She smiles broadly at the thought of her protector listening to her tell him of such things.
She nods in understanding, "Well, I am pretty much doing the same and would love to join someone on their journey. Gene had asked me to join and well... I guess I won't get that chance now, so I suppose I am alone on my journey again." She looks down as if sadened by the thought. The heightened emotion causes the rose smell to become even stronger, though she seems not to notice such. "Well, I suppose I will just stay here until I could find someone that wouldn't mind my company." She shakes her head a bit, "Though I don't know of any who wouldn't mind the company of a dryad, but I suppose there are being out there who would." She shrugs lightly at the thought and looks around the tavern.
Dryad? He seems slightly confused for a moment..... what's a Dryad? I've never heard of a Dryad.......
Don't be so obsessed with the fact that you're alone. It only makes the fact that you are alone all the worse. Just accept it. Eventually you'll find people of a like mind as yourself, and then you will have found the companionship you need.
She stops for a moment then stands, "Forgive me, I must take my leave now. It is time I moved on." With that she gracefully stands, tucks her long beautiful hair within her black robe, then places the hood back on her head. She gives a curtsey to Kenshin and then turns to slowly walk out of the tavern. The rose petals still falling underneath her feet.
There's an elf sitting in a dark corner of the tavern. A few sparks as visible, and then a dull glow, as a long wooden pipe is lit, and a cloud of smoke rises towards the ceiling. You now see an elf, reclining lazily against the wall, with his leg propped up on his bench. His long brown hair is tied back, but numerous unruly strands are poking in all possible directions. His hand reaches towards his tankard, and he takes another large gulp of ale. Another dull glow and another cloud of smoke rising towards the ceiling. You now see a long curved wooden scabbard on his table, stained black. He looks at the asian man, and at the door, through which the dryad recently passed. He reaches out and puts the scabbard over his shoulder, but he stays seated, and smoke clouds continue to rise.
She walks back into the Tavern, the rose petals fall gently under her feet and the smell of roses continues to dance in the air around her. She returns to the table she had been sitting at and her attention turns towards the man where the smoke clouds come from. She smiles at him then sits down, waves toward one of the bar maids. The bar maid walks over, Rose speaks to her and gives the bar maid 3 gold coins. The bar maid quickly returns with her drink and sets it down in front of her.
The elf sees the dryad smiling at him. His eyes are now fixed upon this girl, but his eyes are obscured by several strands of hair that have fallen down in front of his face. Another dull glow, and a puff of smoke rises to the ceiling. He removes his pipe from his mouth, and looks at it, then removes the burnt contents and places the pipe in his bag. He holds his hand up and signals for another pint of ale. His eyes remain fixes upon Rose, and he subtly gestures her to come to his table.
She studies him for a moment then walks over to his table and sits down directly in front of him. While she was walking the rose petals had placed themselves under her feet and the same fragrence wafted in the air around her. She looks up to him waiting for him to say something first.
The elf looks at the dryad for a second, talking another large sip of ale, then he puts his tankard down abruptly, leans forwards, and says "You look like a delicate creature, but do you perhaps possess skills of combat? I am heading a small expedition. It will be a difficult trail through the deserts and mountains, but great treasure lies beyond. You need strength and fortitude to survive the journey, though. Do you wish to come? I expect nothing of you. The choice is yours."
The elf apparently very pleased with your decision. "Before we leave we must find more adventurers to join our party. A group of two is hardly big enough to survive. Maybe that Asian fellow? I will also have to buy supplies, and you should too, so I will put one day aside for that. So, what form of combat do you specialize in? Sorcery?"
"I will also need a day to gather my equipment. I do believe we will be able to gather adventurers, we just need to keep our eyes open. I might find passing fighters at the blacksmith, or the blacksmith would at least know local ones. Well, I have to get back to the inn. I bid you a fond farewell, and I shall see you tommorow." The elf stands up, grabbing all of his belongings, and heads towards the tavern doors, and leaves the tavern.
She watches the elf leave then she stands up, puts a few coins on the bar then heads toward a room in the back. She opens the door and lays down on the bed, closing her eyes she rests. Doing so allows her to be fully restored to use her powers and also to ward off tiredness.