[ The right mortals and the wrong ones - she can understand that. She had seen what the wrong sorts of people could do, after all, and she had cast judgement on them all; that had been her role, her position, her duty. The discomfort she felt as a result of it wasn't something that would disappear forever, but it would fade, in time.

At least this particular spirit was attempting some kind of optimism - or something like it. It was worthy. ]

I have heard of one other elf being here, but otherwise it is just me. [ The idea doesn't sit well with her, but what can she do? She's is but one person, and she doesn't have any control over who gets brought here. It's probably better that no one else comes. ]

I hope it is not so treacherous that you begin to feel regret.