An elf woman in a green cape walks towards a lively tavern at dusk, with two horses tied outside. Digital fantasy art.

can you create some images based of this scene ty: I stand outside a huge lively building. Darkness has started erupt where the sun once stood. "Welcome to the tavern!" Azriel grins. We tie our horses outside -Azriel has his same black stallion and me an shimmering chestnut mare- letting them graze on a patch of grass. My mare reminds me of my fathers horse and, unlike Azriel's horse, she is just a normal looking horse. We walk in. I have changed out of my formal attire and now wear a puff sleeved blouse, black fitted trousers and a black corseted belt. Matching to my belt, I wear knee high lace up boots. Strung from my neck, a velvet green cape, covering my long mahogany locks. At my waist, hidden in my belt, an emerald encrusted dagger. The bartender bows his head to Azriel but everyone else seems to drunk to notice our entrance. "Hello Prince. What can I get you?" Azriel practically through his money at the man. "Two ales." Azriel hops onto a stool, patting one next to him. I sit down. "It's crowded." My eyes scan the dancing crowd as a group of long eared people play a delightful song. "I know, its a lot. To say the least. But you get the best drinks and the people are great. All too drunk to remember I'm royalty." Azriel laughs. This confuses me. "You don't like being royal?" I always pictured him to be a spoilt prince who wants and gets everything and anything. He sighs as the bartender slides a bottle of ale over to him then me. "Of course you would think that." See more