The Re-embodied Elf

"Nothing I can't handle." He's been talking his way around court hangers-on longer than the country these folk are so proud of has been around. The torch-light continues, casting flickering shadows over the paved path and the intricately pieced stone walls. Even after dark there are people about, along with Guardsmen in their black and silver, the occasional ranger in their green and brown mottled cloaks, and mounted couriers and their fine horses clattering past.