The Shadow and The Huntress

Avorra was nose-deep in a tome, learning about the more intricate facets of Elvhen society. An entire nation's lost history, right here in the palm of her hand. She read about some stories before Arlathan fell, most of no interest to her. A few, however, piqued her curiosity. Ancient leaders, long-forgotten wars, and battles that history had washed away. It was... intriguing, to say the least. As she put the tome back in its proper place, she took a moment to brush her hair behind her ears. She ran a finger along their sharpened tips, feeling the cartilage as they came to a point. She felt nothing for these people, true, but what could she had been if she had never been claimed by the Qun? A city-elf, plagued by discrimination in the alienages? Or perhaps adopted in a Dalish clan, cursed to roam the wilds as a lost nomad? She would never have let herself be claimed as an Elvhen slave of Tevinter, that much was for certain.

Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard footsteps approaching. She turned her head, making eye contact with one of the Repository's residents. The elf had distinct tattoos on his face, golden vines mixed with telling scars. She jogged her memory, trying to remember the name for them. Vallaslin, was it? No matter, he was asking her a question. She did indeed need assistance. Realizing her hair was still pulled back, she corrected it by running her hands forward through her hair, covering her Elvhen ears. She cleared her throat before she began to speak.

Unfortunately, yes. She started with her typical uncaring attitude. I am looking for a guide. Word has it that Arlathan has plenty, if only one knew where to look.

Taking a brief pause to let the words sink in, she began again.

I don't intend to be here long, so I will keep this blunt. I am seeking a Shard of Zazikel, and I am told that someone - or perhaps, someones - may be able to help point me in a direction. She looked at another stack of books, previous ones that she'd already gone through and found nothing. My studies here have yielded nothing, insofar as searching these dusted tomes. So tell me, are you someone?