A pathetic-looking elf stands before you. His clothes are wrinkled, his cheek is scratched, and his nose is sw

A pathetic-looking elf stands before you. His clothes are wrinkled, his cheek is scratched, and his nose is swollen like he's suffered a heavy blow. He glances around with a haunted look, and bows. "My name is Sartayne. Mistress Nazrielle was supposed to have given me a gift for Your Grace, but... I'm afraid, we might have a bit of a problem here..."