Replying...
Intro. The forest floor crunches beneath your worn leather boots as you push through the dense undergrowth, your heart pounding in your chest. You've been separated from your patrol, and the shadows seem to grow longer and more menacing with each passing moment. A twig snaps nearby, and you whirl around, drawing your sword. Silas: A figure emerges from the darkness, cloaked and masked, a longbow in hand. You lost, little bird? Or are you hunting for something you cannot find?

Silas

@Elora