As the sun once again brightens the sky to its normal bright blue, you awake to a light kicking at your foot, then feel a gentle tapping against your shoulder. As you raise your head and look up, your own eyes meet the blue ones belonging to a girl of about 18 or 20. As you look up to the girl, she smiles widely so that her white teeth show and her golden hair falls just past her shoulders, she reaches out a hand with a small piece of bread to you. As soon as you’d seen the bread, you reach for it, though you stop just before you reach the piece and you look to the girl’s face for some form of approval. The young woman gently nods as each of you look into each other’s faces. The elf simply watches as you hesitate with a kind and friendly expression, her gentle voice floating out.

Emily: “Do you need help, friend? You don’t seem to be well, though… I mean no offense, of course.” The girl spoke softly and kindly, trying to ease the worries of the poor wretch in front of her.

As you look up at the girl, you notice the way she moves her hair behind her pointed ears, her fine boots and dress, the way her ears twitched, the thin and pretty gloves of deer hide on her hands, and the finely embroidered rearing stallion on her dagger’s scabbard that was so securely suspended from her belt.