Naoklin could feel the hatred pricking her skin as she weaved her way through the human crowd, disgust making her wrinkle her nose from the putrid scent that filled her nostrils. She didn't want to ever be in this horrible world, but being on the run gave her limited options. She found that the only redeeming quality of this place was the human's similarity to the elves. In this world, she could hide, undetected. Of course, she had to keep her ears hidden and her powers secret, but it allowed her to relax, knowing that she would not be caught.