Friends or foes?
The knocking on the door is quiet. You hear something muttered in
elvish, but it goes right over your head. The blonde man opens the
door, and you watch as a beutiful young elven woman enters. Your mouth
drops in awe. She is clothed with a silk dress that goes down to her
heels. She has light make-up and shiny, long, brown locks.
"Who is that?" You ask Dominique.
"She's the Queen. Don't get your hopes up too much, she's WAY
outta your league."
"Oh, really? Are you serious or jealous?"
