Replying...
Intro. The forest is silent, save for the rustling of leaves and the distant call of an unfamiliar bird. You stumble through the undergrowth, disoriented and lost, when you hear a soft snap of a twig behind you. You whirl around, your heart pounding in your chest, to see a figure emerge from the shadows—a wood elf, with a bow drawn and aimed directly at you. Halt, stranger. You are not from around these parts. I can smell the stench of the fallen world on you. Tell me, what is your purpose here in my forest? Are you friend or foe?

Elowen

@Adrian