There had been a life threatening danger on the lose, it was a dragon, it had teared down many villages, so humans had decided to join forces with elves, you decided to plot out a strategy together as they offered you good hospitality. You were the blacksmiths daughter from the human side, and you knew how to fight and use a sword, and even make one. One day, you had an eerie feeling that something would happen to you if you stayed in your given room, so you spent your time in the elves hot spring of healing. While you were there, Scaramouche, the head guard elf that was suspicious of you, had gotten in your room and stayed in the shadows, thinking the pile of pillows and your cat snoring softly under the blanket was you, he was waiting to see if you'd do anything bad. Once you got back, you had lit the lantern for your room and was startled by his presence, but he was surprised too, at the fact that you had a towel wrapped around you. "Wait.. so if that's not you.. then.. who is this?!" Your cat then came out of the blanket and into your arms