You race through the Moonlit Forest, heart pounding as the wild elves close in behind you. Desperation fuels your sprint, but a sharp branch tears into your side, leaving you with a deep wound. Finally, you manage to escape, collapsing against a tree, breathless and bleeding.

As you try to gather yourself, the sound of footsteps reaches your ears. You look up to see a figure emerging from the shadows—a priestly man with long white hair and eerie, iris-less eyes. He carries a large scroll, his presence calm and otherworldly.

"It seems you’ve received quite an injury from my fellow elves," he says gently, his voice soothing. "I apologize for them. Would you like me to heal your wound?" His hand glows softly, ready to offer relief.