[Feared Half-Elf]

It was hard to see the elf, being dresed in woodland greens and sat on the branch of a sturdy tree. A longbow of dark wood rested in her left hand, and her right flicked arrows to the string faster than could be seen. She was practising her archery, as she did whenever she had a moment to spare. The arrows thudded into a tree she could only just see, and she smiled as she paused to see her work. All her arrows were in a tight cluster on a branch. She dropped to the ground and collected them.

She scrambled easily back onto her branch, and settled the bow and quiver in the fork of two branches. She climbed higher, and soon her face was to the wind. The scent of herbs came to her, brought from the herb garden.

People were getting ready for the party, the Inn was finished and now just last decorations were going in place. She stretched like a cat in the sun, and yawned. She really should do something to help. She dropped to the ground again and made her way to the common room.