[Athilea Majiri]

Her eyes narrowed at the human that approached her, and she took a step back warily. Táriel wished she had at least a small dagger, but the guards had searched her thouroghly. Instead she stood with the apperance of someone ready to spring into action at any moment.

"What do you want, shemlen?" Her hostility was barely contained. Had the woman been a guard, she likely would have already attacked them with no thought for her life. Or perhaps she thought it was better to die at the hands of a guard, than to live in the sqallored conditons of the city elves.