As dusk settled in, casting its warm glow upon the cobbled streets, an elf girl strolled along, a mysterious air surrounding her. Suspicion arose as some onlookers noticed what appeared to be a cigarette in her hand "You're late," she said flatly as a figure approached from the shadows. Her fingertips drummed against her thigh, belying her nerves. The plastic stick hung loosely from her mouth, devoid of sugar but still unable to curb the giddiness rising within her.