"Ah, crap," you grunt as you slide down the tree. You press your palm against the bleeding wound in your side but it hurts like hell.

Suddenly you hear rustling in the trees so your head snaps towards the sound. A young elven woman is pointing her bow at you. Her kind doesn't take well to humans ever since they took the elves' land away from them.

"What are you doing here, human?" She asks sharply, demanding answers. Say the wrong thing and she might just shoot you.