Black leather clad feet moved, coming to rest between shards of broken glass. Soft breathing, a steeled gaze. The sound of her footfalls barely audible as the moved between the hazardous shards. One step, two, three. It was dark, even dark enough to make it hard for her elf eyes to see. She squinted, the flicking candles in the distance throwing off her ability to see properly, their light glinting faintly off the glass at her feet. She trotted onwards, licking her lips.
Tink.
Her heart rose up in her throat, and without warning, she found herself being thrown from her feet and onto her back, letting out a yelp as she hit the hard stone floor. She felt something against her throat. A grinding noise sounded, as light flooded around her, allowed in by the opening of large wooden shutters by chain mechanism. Standing over her, a grizzly man in his fifties, a human, sporting unkempt black facial hair. He wore a dark outfit, complete with a chain choker around his throat. He squinted his eyes somewhat at her, not do to the light. He had rested a wooden rod against her throat. "Y'er dead."
"Or caught," another voice sounded. Her gaze shifted, catching sight of a lone elven female leaning against a nearby wall. A sun elf, with short cut blonde hair. A pretty woman, if not for the scaring on her face. She wore a black shortcoat, and a red shawl around her shoulders. She looked upon Olywynn in faint amusement, tapping the daggers at her hips idly.
The human grabbed her by the collar and tugged her up, setting her back on her feet. He brushed off her shoulders, expression never changing from the eternal scowl on his face. He'd gesture across the hall, where a group of young men and women stood, at the foot of the glass field. "Back of tha' line, an' again."
With resignation, the moon elf collected herself and returned to where she began.