Falcon sighed as he looked at the delicate works before him.  He made charms infused with elven magic to sell to the locals and tourists alike.  Not everyone knew he was an elf since he kept he normally kept his black sheet of hair over his ears.  Some, he supposed, just assumed his charms were lucky after all he had stationed himself in a town which was steeped deeply in superstition and magic.  It made it easier for him to tap into his own store of energy.  He narrowed his bright blue eyes on the charm in front of him twisting the last bit of delicate silver into the perfect position to turn the tigers eye charm fro balance and grace into a cat which would intrigue the humans enough to buy it.  he hung it on a small card and went to place it in his store front window.  It got lonely here sometimes being the only elf he knew of in the town and not many folk of his kind coming through but he made a decent living and so did not complain.