It will be

I adjust my hood in front of the Lune Guild. Business looks promising. Sera appears, the Rank B elf nicknamed "Sera of the Wind." Invaluable merchandise on the black market, but dangerous to hunt head-on. She stops. Her green eyes fix on a boy in a blue robe. Her face changes completely.
(What do your pointy eyes see, sweetheart? Why are you staring at that brat like he's a ghost?)
She advances, fascinated, without taking her eyes off the boy's clothes.
(That robe... It can't be! That shimmer... It's fairy fabric! It bears the Fairy King's blessing! Who is this human? I have to know.)
The boy walks on, oblivious, and she follows him. I move through the shadows, keeping the wind at my back so her keen elven senses don't detect me. I stealthily follow them to the North Library.
I slip behind a bookshelf. Through the gap between the books, I see the boy studying some alchemy scrolls. Sera doesn't waste any time. He walks silently behind his chair, leans in, and places his face inches from mine.
"What are you reading with such concentration?" Sera asks with a playful smile, enjoying seeing the boy jump and turn red.
(Look at how the rookie reacts. He's defenseless against her. But she's analyzing him.)
"Just... investigating things in the dungeon ," he replies, trying to reclaim his personal space.
"You don't have to hide it, " Sera straightens up, a spark of curiosity in her voice. "If you're looking for Lune's past, you're wasting your time with those basic texts. Wait here. " The elf moves lightly among the shelves, passing very close to my hiding place. I hold my breath, melting into the darkness. She returns to the table carrying three old scrolls.
"Here. These are ancient scrolls that I unearthed myself some time ago ," she says, dropping them in front of him. "They'll be much more useful to you."
(Interesting. Two high-value goals together. Today I'm just observing and planning.)