[Feared Half-Elf]

Elkamia awoke, and stretched, balancing carefully on the large branch of the elm. She'd been at the Dragon since the fire, and was detirmined to see it to the end of it's refurbishment. She'd been building as much as the menfolk, and now she saw her own work on the Dragon.

Of course, there was the name, The Green Dragon Inn above the door, but her own gift to the Inn was there too. A large dragon, carved from the wood of a fallen tree she had found a few nights ago, was alongside the name. Carving had always been a hobby of hers, and the dragon carving was a gift to Aman, and everyone who would enjoy it's presence.

Of course, some people wandering around were still smoking that disgusting weed, but she'd grown used to it and it didn't bother her so much now. It was still nasty, but she could ignore it.

She swung her leg over the branch and dropped a few metres to the ground. One of the first things she'd learnt as a young elf was how to drop from a tree and land. People around the place were waking up and heading to the more or less finished common room, where breakfast was now being served.

Walking into the Inn, she greeted Aman and a few of the others that had been here for a while. It was impossible not to make a friend or two here, even being a quite elf who preferred silence to talk most of the time.