Rollo hated when the elf made him pose for the soul-stealer gem. For some reason, she liked hanging out with ogres, he in particular. He just wanted to drink, the tavern was good for that, even though it was full of dwarves and humans. “Smile!,” she chided, snapping him out of his musings. Her hair smelled good, he thought, as he tried to pull the corners of his mouth upward.