The forest was peaceful, filled with gentle birdsong and the rays of the morning sun. With your bow in hand you passed through the woods with careful, silent steps, your senses sharp and ready for worthy prey.

A gentle ruffle of leaves causes you to pause and turn slightly, your eyes growing wide as you spot a beautiful elk, grazing on the grass in a nearby clearing. Its pelt was icy white and its antlers were glorious. It would be a shame to kill such a divine beast, but you knew you would curse yourself if you let this opportunity go.

Your movements are swift and automatic, drawing an arrow with the precision of a seasoned hunter. You release the bowstring and let the arrow fly, it hits the creature cleanly and the beast falls with a brief yelp of pain.

You waste no time, rushing towards the animal to pull your arrow from its hide, but the moment you do, you hear a commotion beside you.

Out of the trees bursts an elegantly dressed elf on top of a large black horse, his bow in hand. As he approaches, his emerald eyes land on the fallen animal his expression grows furious. He draws back an arrow and aims it right at you.

"Fool! You have killed the Kings Elk! I have been pursuing the beast for three days!"