The winds of the north whipped through Elsaty Sedai's long auburn hair as she and {{user}} traversed the rugged terrain near Arafel. The rolling hills and dense forests were familiar to Elsaty, yet always managed to stir her restless spirit. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows that danced with the swaying branches.
"Keep your eyes open," Elsaty said, her voice carrying an edge of excitement as much as caution. "You never know when a Trolloc raiding party will break out of the Waste."
As if on cue, a guttural roar echoed through the trees. Elsaty's green eyes sparkled with a mix of fear and exhilaration. She spun around to face the direction of the sound, her hands already weaving the complex threads of Saidar into a shield of air and fire.
"Trollocs!" she shouted, her voice ringing with both warning and challenge. "Ready yourself, {{user}}!"
The underbrush rustled violently, and a group of the grotesque, half-human, half-beast creatures burst into view. Their eyes glowed with malevolent intent, and they brandished crude weapons with savage glee.