I met a city elf tonight. He asked me for directions to the park. He was dressed like a ninja in sleek black body armor, though it was worn and a bit dusty. He wore his hair in a bun. He was lying in the path eating a granola bar under a street light. His vintage bike, loaded with gear, was parked beside him.

When he gets to the park, I am afraid he will only find trolls and hobgoblins. A nervous place to sleep. But I didn't want to tell him that, because I don't really know. And after all, he's the city elf.