A lazy glow of the moon landed on the shed that creaked at the slightest bit of breeze. Inside was dimly lit up by rose smelling candles that hide the reeking smell of moss and mold. Erix sat on a barrel near a window staring outside watching the land. It was a peaceful night. Every so often toads and crickets filled the blissful silence. Sparing a glance at Celest, she was up and ransacking the shed of any goods she could find.

“We’ll arrive at the town tomorrow,” he announced.

“Have you been there before?”

“I haven’t.”

“We should probably make up a backstory just in case.”

“A backstory?”

“No offence but we look very suspicious. I may be able to hide my defining features, but we still look out of place.”

“That does make sense.”

“How about siblings?”

“We look nothing alike.”

“Not all siblings look the same, Erix. Our Mother and Father are dead. Oh, and we are merchants travelling!”

“Any sane person can pick that apart.”

“Not all people are sane,”
Celest turned towards the massive mountains that loomed over the plains. Just behind them was the town Asin, a merchant's town. She could already hear the loud cheers and the busyness of the streets. It was going to be so much fun she thought. (She was lying to herself)

Time slowly passed as she discovered more random stuff and a lot more dust. Coughing out her lungs, she found some nice-looking daggers with some letters engraved in the blade. “Look what I found,” she cheerfully yelled. “Are those symbols?” He asked as examined the daggers further.

“Oh, it's elvish!”

“Elveish?”

“Yep, which is weird cause it's just gibberish. I know Elves like their poems but this makes no sense.”

“Wait, you can read elvish?”

Glancing back down to Celest, who sat on the rough wooden floors. He knew she was a siren but knowing elveish, that was known for being incredibly hard to learn, that was pretty impressive. “Yeah, I know a lot of other languages. I just got bored so I thought I would do something productive,” She continued to study the draggers.

He wonders why an elvish dagger was in the middle of nowhere. Elves and demi-elves don’t live anywhere near here. And they are very protective of their belongings so to randomly dump them here makes no sense.

Candles flickered as the wind picked up. Creaking more loudly, the shed swayed in the now strong wind. Clouds drifted closer together blocking the moon lights, now only the candles lit up the shed.

Soon the rhythmic sound of rain hitting the roof surround them. Erix pulled his clothes around him to keep his warmth. “Isn’t funny it was boiling hot know its freezing!” Celest yelled over the rain. “That’s fate for you,” Erix smiled as he looks over Celest that was sticking her hand out in the rain through the hole.

Hiding he laughs with coughs, his chest warmed slightly at the sight.