Young Writers Society

Valin introduced himself in the Elven manner.
"I am Valin Norovir. Of the Elven Stronghold or Tor Anroc. I am pleased to meet your acquaintance. You seem very well versed in the arts of speech and diplomacy...especially for a barbarian"

Lily

I watched as several of the others introduced themselves, carefully storing their names in my mind. I happened to be standing near the griffin and had been taking a closer look at his wings, the first opportunity I'd had to do so. I was wondering about the girth of his wingspan and how quickly he could fly, as well as what type of wind resistance he encountered, when I realized they were waiting for my name.

"Lily," I said. "Just call me Lily."

I realized I probably should have made something else up. Lily didn't exactly seem like the most fearsome name for a dragon slayer. But then again, with my "good" breeding and manners (which I resented magnificently) I might be able to serve in some way the rougher warriors could not.