Luke stood frozen near the tavern's entrance, still processing the surreal sight unfolding before him. Ilyrana—dignified, mysterious, and graceful—was seated at a long wooden table, hooded and cloaked, amidst a group of burly men. These men, all seasoned regulars with impressive appetites, were here to compete in an eating contest. And so was Ilyrana.
Luke rubbed his eyes, half-expecting the image to shift into something more plausible. But no, there she was, the same elf who had spent days learning the intricacies of human behaviour, now participating in what could only be described as the most absurd situation Luke had ever witnessed.
