Whilst Menelacar and Anglomir no doubt try the manslut route of finding everything out, Gwylwyleth will try to mingle with the wealthy citizens of Fornost within the Winter Star.
"Why yes, I am an Elf," Gwylwyleth responds to anyone curious about her presence and perhaps gawking. "Sindarin, in fact."
Ellothiel, you get a load of mumblemumbles in a kind of "Elves see all things and we'd rather not be seen here" sense...
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Well, tha's done, Menelacar. But I am now planning to zoom this story onto its conclusion so we cna start a new story with renwed impetus.
That being so- you've got a girl (slighly 'veteran' one) but not one that is specifically worth anything- Mr. Charisma can ask her a few questions of course.