An Elf?

It's strange seeing Elves this far south, it's even stranger seeing an Elf this large. Her blond hair is held back in a ponytail and she towers over most of the other people in the building. Her steel armour fits her body tightly and is covered in scratches and blood.

You hear a cough and realise that you're staring. You look back at the Elf's face, she smiles softly at you "I asked if you killed that Goblin, Warm-Blood."

You try to ignore the nickname and speak up "Me and my partner did, just got back."

"You did good, I know a village that little prick was visiting continually" The Elf scratches her neck in thought then turns to you "I'm Mirian, you?"

"Dillon" She shakes your hand and smiles.

"So Dillon, you doing anything after you turn this in?"