The young lady

You eventually reach a point where everyone is **** into single file, directly behind the young lady. She seemed both uncomfortable in, and interested with, you, trying her her best to find subtle ways to look at you. Her face was round, with sparkling green eyes, a nose scattered with light freckles, and lovely, pointed ears. Her hair was long and in a single braided that stretched down to the small of her back. Hey complexion was very light, and left you wondering if any human from your old world could have compared in your old world. She was about 5'5", with perky B cups, a tight, well toned ass, and covered in light brown and deep green leather armor. On her back was a quiver of arrows, a longbow, and a few daggers on her belt.

You clear your throat after a few more glances, deciding to talk to her "greetings, lady, you seem to be distracted."

She immediately whipped around, a light blush highlighting her freckles. Her voice sounded almost like a whisper. "Oh! Sorry! I never saw a human before. I only ever heard that they were very dangerous and violent, but you don't seem to be."

You stare at her blankly. "So I am viewed as a monster?"

The elf seemed struck by the comment. "No! Not at all! It's just... Well. You humans haven't been seen for over two hundred years. It means that you may be the only one on the continent."

"So let me get this straight. I am the most exotic person in the country. Good to know. I am Blake, by the way." You say, lieing. You tie a bit of magic to your words, ensuring that they would be seen only as the truth. No need to reveal your true name.

As you two were talking the line ahead of you both clears, a guard walking forward, and upon see you, draws his sword for protection. "What business do you have in this country! We know of the stories. You humans are always looking to start a war!"