Standing before two guards stood a half-elven woman. Her appearance certainly sticking out like a sore thumb, now that her hood was removed before the guards. Of tan complexion, crimson tattoos of thorns running along ger shoulders, arms, and parts of her chest. Short pointed ears, and piercing, lush green eyes. She was not only a half elf.. She was of the rumored Ro'kari. The ancient wood elven tribe, fabled to have disappeared into their mysterious wildlands long ago, sealing themselves from the rest of the world. To the knowing eye, that was.
Around here, well..
"I said turn over the bag, and empty its contents!" One of the guards commanded, before promptly striking her exposed gut with the shaft of his spear.
The fiery, red-headed halfbreed crumpled to her knees, her face was bruised already, likely prior to the action Emma had just tuned into.
Defeated, averting eye contact, she turned over the bag, as bundles of plants would fall onto the cobbled streets.
"Ahaha! You see that, Gimly?" The other guard nudged his spear-holding comrade.
"Halfbreed fancies herself some sort of gardener! Aye! Right.. Get these daffodils off these streets. Take yourself with 'em while you're at it, aye?"
And with that, the two man patrol moved on, leaving Ros'elyn on her knees, picking up her plant bundles, and pulling her hood overhead once more.
