"Who said alone?" Ellana lets out a laugh. "I'm not that mad! But I'd welcome your help, along with about twenty other people!" Surely that number of soldiers with varying skills could take down a dragon, right? It wouldn't be a stupidly low number like four.

An attendant comes over with a stack of towels for Korrin, and then addresses Ellana. She looks at her politely, which she's grateful for. One can never tell how a human will approach an elf. The woman says it's time for Ellana's manicure. Ellana's lips quirk up in an amused look.

"I had better go. I've never had one of these before."