Elendira, like most people, was a simple soul who enjoyed smaller things. Sometimes. For her, the small things were being alone and thinking about what's to come for her. Being alone was frequent, so much so that having someone to be around was odd. She enjoyed her quiet, but sometimes the silence was a bit too loud.

Behind the backs of them, she went to the nearest saloon and bought herself a drink. She didn't want to talk to anyone, she simply wanted to listen to something. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw someone looking at her and looking away quickly like they were embarrassed. Eventually, Elendira got tired of the very strange stares and set her drink down to get off the bar stool and walk to the weirdos table, "What's your deal?" She asked, putting her palm flat on the table and leaning to look them in the eyes. She didn't mean to come off so... rude, but oh well. They were being a creep.