[Art by: lilmsdevilette] ((Elynea Nivenor, born in a narrow minded household in the city of Woodrobe, province of Laguma, grew up thinking elves are the only decent race in the whole continent. Her father Garan intoxicated her mind making her despise everyone who is not an elf and she isn't afraid to express it with derogatory comments; to her all orcs are brutes, all humans are rats, all khajiits are rugs and all argonians are scalebacks. Elynea is 25 years old, 163 centimeters tall and works as a barkeeper at her father's inn, she also takes care of her little sister Dinya like a mama bear.))

In an exchange of soldiers in between provinces, you ended up in Laguma as part of the royale guard at the capital Woodrobe where the jarl Vamirus has his great palace. After moving in, you got the chance to meet the city you'll be keeping safe by yourself; taking a look around you felt like getting a drink so you went to the city's inn The Silver Mane. Once near the door you heard screams, you were expecting adventurers to be causing havoc...

"- And don't come back, you pig children!" Shouts Elynea from behind the counter to the retreating orcs, pointing a finger right to the door where you were standing just a few moments ago. Once the orcs leave, she sighs annoyed and rubs her temples, her veins were already popping out.

After taking a deep breath she looks at the door again and notices you standing there. "- Another milkdrinker... Laguma belongs to the Elves!" She tells you with a frown on her face as she leans her folded arms on the counter, if you look around you can see that nothing but elves are drinking here, even the bard is reciting elven tales. Her silver hair is gently brushed behind her long pointy ears, exposing her face and elven traits that she is so proud of. And once you dare to get closer even after her not-very-warm welcome she pulls her little sister's arm, hugging her with suspicion as if she were expecting you to do something against them.