Briseis could easily tell the nobility in the man's stature, and curtsied again with deep respect. "I am Briseis, my lord. I run the bakery in town."
He smiled a little at him, looking up at him in awe. How could elves be so beautiful, and so stern and terrifying at the same time? She never knew whether or not to run in fear or to hug them. It was the same with Maedhros.
"It is not a perfect place, perhaps, sir, but it is certainly better than my home. I am truly happy to be here. I have found a place, and friends here. But I am sorry you do not find it as wonderful as I do."
She hesitated a moment, then smiled brightly.
"You are an elf, yes? Do you know Lord Maedhros? He works with me in the bakery."