I don't think I met anyone named Eleven, but it was a chaotic escape! I'm Merrill. I'm sure I'll be easy to spot! I haven't seen any other elves since I've arrived; I seem to be the only one.

[ Oops maybe she shouldn't have said that, what if he won't treat an elf? Well, the jig would be up once he saw her. Either way, she'll try to abandon her awkward cot in the corner so that she's more visible. There's a place where the servants eat away from customers, so she'll find a table. Aside from her dingy clothes, her arms have several badly done bandages wrapped over her sleeves, some drying blood smudged through the yellowing fabric.

She seems chipper enough, though, fingers tapping anxiously on the table with one hand while gazing longingly at somebody's bowl of soup. Had she eaten today? She can't remember. ]