He walked into the tavern that stormy night
Dark green hooded cape
When he lifted the hood revealing elvish skin
Pointed ears, long dark hair
Soaking wet from head to toe
As he removed his cape
Revealing a sword at his side
A bow and some arrows upon his back
A figure from elvish lore
Had just walked through the tavern door
Whose deeds were known far and wide
Dragons he had slain
Kings and kingdoms he had saved
Even fought the nasty orc
As he sat to drink his beer
The wizard did appear
Blue eyes and long black hair
A purple robe
In his hand a staff
Sat down across from the elf and drank his glass
Together they talked and planned
Of adventures throughout the land