[Maegaladiel]

Nahai gave a snort, awakening. She must have fallen asleep at the bar. She rubbed her eyes, trying to remember what was going on.

The last thing she recalled was asking a wounded elf if he was all right. He appeared to be, so she had sat back down at the bar...and fell asleep. Lovely.

She had no idea what time it was, or even if it was still the same day. Looking around, she could recognise no familiar faces.

And no one recognised her. She sighed, knowing the feeling all too well. She was always alone, separated from the rest of the world, even in a bustling inn like the Dragon. It was because she was...different. Not of men, nor of elf, nor of dwarf. Nahai sighed again, finishing off her now-lukewarm ale. Sometimes being a shapeshifter was hard.