Elywen's anger was smothered the slightest bit, even turned into a bittersweet happiness. The life of a poor beggar was never one that carried with it encouragement, protection, or comfort, and the life of a musician, one of the skill level like Elywen's, carried even less of such luxuries. Victor’s words were solace to the female.

She turned her eyes to En, feeling obligated to support him, especially against someone like him. "Excuse us, Mr. High-and-Mighty!" She flung the hat with En's coins at the boy, slipping Victor's coin into the sash that was wrapped around her waist. "I think you're in need of beggar's money than we!" Her cerulean eyes locked with the boy's stormy grey ones, a burning flame of pride alight in her bright orbs. "We, at least, still have our good health, and that is greater than any bit of money!" She spoke with spite in her voice, noting the boy's malnourished body.

Elywen's feeling of triumph was short-lived. The wind picked up as the sound of helicopter blades began to beat the air, muffling all activity in the plaza. All eyes turned upward toward the silhouette of two large machines that threw shadows upon all below. Elywen stepped out from the shadow of the wall, her eyes turned upward. A look of concern crossed her face. The helicopters were built for the express purpose of travel, not necessarily to travel in comfort. The metal exteriors were built of a black iron, weather and rust showing strong in the structure. Faces either shadowed from the intense sunlight from above or masked underneath a black visor peered down from the open side of the helicopter. A worn, pale blue insignia of a bird mounted upon a cross was inscribed on the sides of the helicopter.

Elywen's eyes fell upon the insignia. For a split second, it seemed as if time had stopped. The sound completely died away, the helicopters hung in the air as Elywen's eyes remained fixated upon the faces that peered down. The back of her neck started to burn with heat as her thoughts seemed to wander. Figures began to descend from the helicopter, their bodies a blur of black. In their hands rested weapons, guns of a foreign origin, barrels pointed toward the men and women shocked enough to stare in awe. Their voices boomed loud in Elywen's ears, yet were muffled. Upon their breast plates, glowing brightly against the blur of black was a blue colored raven, stitched into the fabric. Several of figures waved their hands, standing around a man, and Elywen thought she heard a sentence through their muffled voices. "Take him away...."

Elywen blinked, the wind finally dying down as the helicopters passed overhead, leaving the air stagnant and devoid of motion. The plaza was in a low murmur of confusion. Elywen felt slightly lost, but brushed aside her windblown ebony hair from her face. She paused, recollecting herself and looked to Victor, a frown on her lips. "Damn government dogs... What do they want with a poor little town like this one...?" She bit her lower lip and shook her head.

The others within the plaza had already begun to depart, a sense of alarm hanging heavy in the air. The government recently had an unexplainable change of motivation. There had been news of government officials and military personnel dispatched to towns and cities alike, placing it under military arrest. Their only claim for their action was suspicion of the practice of the forbidden arts, the art of runeology. Although, many inhabitants subject to the arrest believed that was just an excuse to extend a leash upon the smaller local governments. Elywen gritted her teeth. The only thing that didn't make sense was that the forbidden runes had been banned some thousand years ago and the government had done nothing to enforce the ban up until now.

"...We should probably find some shelter... Who knows what the government might do..."

(OOC: ^__^;; I'm only trying to lay out a bit of the storyline right now... I'm having a bit of difficulty writing it out in the post, so if anything seems a bit out of whack, please PM me... >.>;;)