A peaceful world is a dull world… The elf took a sip of ale as she glanced around the tavern. Folks were far cheerier now that the war was over, but the elf knew it wouldn’t last. She had been in the business for far too long to believe wars ended after stern generals and the bloated nobility signed some papers. And she was fine with that.

My grandmother had a jungle in her backyard. Well, not really, but she had enough plant and animal life back there to make one.