You were settled in your new quarters, sitting up promptly on the lavish bed. Two servants of elvish descent were admiring you. Gently playing with your hair, brushing your cheeks, and barely murmuring compliments.

"The poor thing has been out in the rain.." The first elf, Cirdan, commented.

"We should take care of them before they get a cold." The second elf, Casper mentioned, his eyes flickering up and down. "They deserve a bit of pampering for having such a pretty face as theirs, yes?"