Ylva's entrance goes unnoticed for a couple of minutes before a pale elf looks up from his work, turns his head, and whistles sharply. The lass who looks up in turn has longer ears than the elves of D&D Ylva's home, which bob along with her immediate look of excited interest. Overlapping sigils, burning like coals, are cut deep into her muscular arms.

This second elf wipes her hands off and comes over smiling. "Blow me down, another elf off the ferry. We're up to three - 'm River, how can I help you?"