<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2c/D5c5879d53339e5f91e002a6066224ab.jpg)</div>Kava strode into the elven town singing softly.  Thoguh the battle was grave—and she was decked out for combat in her chainmail bikini, javelins and shield across her back and sword at her side, holy medallion hanging in her generous cleavage—she was very excited.  An admitted xenophile, Kava had seen a few elves form afar but had never truly met one before.<br/><br/>The tall, sleek dragonborn walked with a hefty bag slung over one shoulder.  When she got to the elven village, she looked around in wonder, but no small amount of sympathy.<br/><br/>“Excuse me,” She asked of a passerby.  “Could you direct me to the town's officials?  Her Eminence has asked me to help.”<br/><br/>Though she admired the discipline the elves showed in not mobbing the girl distributing enspelled berries, for now Kava decided not to explain that the heavy bag in her left hand actually held several dozen pounds of raisins.