"Oh, goodness- no, I'm sorry, so did I!" There was a quick wave of her hands, as if trying to erase the accidental rudeness, the impropriety of forgetting - again - to introduce herself. "My name is Merrill."

Once upon a time, there would be more to the introduction. Now there is only a smile, and Merrill settles back against her own blanket, fingers stroking over her dog's head in an apology for earlier frantic waving.

"It's only really agreed that he subdued them. So much of our culture has been lost, the details with them, so... it is enough that he is, because that is all we have." For an elf who seemed so otherwise bright, the sudden dip in her tone, the way the energy seems to sap out of her, might be surprising. But it's true; they have only scraps of culture to cling to, only a few relics and a few words out of what was once a kingdom.