[Feared Half-Elf]

"Nice to meet you, Niara." Elkamia smiled, pleased that she hadn't been completely ignored. "Are you staying here long?" She didn't usually speak to many people like this, but had loosened up when she had realised that not everyone in the world, particularly in the Shire, was out to slide a knife between her ribs. She'd relaxed, and had the courage to speak to strangers.

She sipped at her ale, savouring the alcohol. She was usually one for wine, but so many things had happened here, so many things were done differently, that she'd felt like ale tonight. And wine sometimes made her look like a pansy, so to speak, when she was anything but. If some of the people who'd ridiculed her for drinking wine in the past could have seen her on the battlefield, they'd soon change their mind. Elkamia's attention returned to the woman next to her.