I’m not best known for hospitality, the elf stands with his hands behind his back as he gazes at the view,

Don’t usually like uninvited guests, His voice stern,

But the waves be gentle today, his tone changes to one less unwelcoming, and so is my mood.

The elf turns around, revealing the hermit crab he’s holding along with him, caressing its shell, Name’s Finnegrin, He smiles down at the interloper, dimples forming across his grin, What can I do for ya, lad?