Blue Sky, Night Thunder: The Fool's Errand

Ollea sat alone at a table in a dank corner of the room, watching the proceedings with subdued interest. carefully concealled in her cloak and with her hood up she looked every part a young, bored man looking for some excitement, if a bit small and gaunt. Himelilek appeared to be toying with some rogue mortal across the dimly lit room, but this seemed slightly different than usual- from this distance it looked like she very well be doing some sort of deal. The third was unknown to her, but she had seen her steal a horse from outside. Ollea considered her position carefully. Though she had not yet been on the receiving end of Himelilek's Pendulam blade, the elf was beginning to doubt where Ollea's loyalties lay. Whatever was to be done would have to be done with utmost care.
She made the contact. >Himelilek,< she sent, keeping her 'voice' low and mellow so as not to aggravate a flare of temper, >Been a while. Care to fill in an old friend?<