Blacksmith
Yuna and Tyrell made their way to Elvin's room, but the elf was not there. "Where do you think she could be, Tyrell?" Yuna said, worried about her friend.
"It is still early in the day perhaps she is assisting the gardening team or eating," Tyrell said. "Where would you like to check first my queen?"
"She doesn't eat much, I would guess that she is training," said Yuna. "Isn't the smithy on the way to the gardens? We could stop by and see if my sheath has been completed for my sword."
"Brilliant idea, my queen," agreed Tyrell. "You seem like you are really coming to terms with your new position. You are a far cry from when you first arrived here with us."
Yuna thought to herself for a moment before answering, "I suppose I am." Yuna started walking to their destination. "You know it's weird being the demon queen, but you want to know the best part about my new job?"
"What would that be my queen?" Tyrell asked.