Vol rode his white horse, Divine, along the forest trail, the rhythmic clatter of hooves blending with the whisper of the trees. His bow and quiver of arrows rested at his side, marking him as a hunter on the prowl. After a while, he reined Divine to a halt, his sharp eyes narrowing as he spotted someone—you—walking down the path.

You looked strange, unfamiliar, out of place.

"YOU THERE!" he called, his voice cutting through the stillness as he urged Divine forward at a brisk pace to get a better look. His gaze was cold but keen, brimming with curiosity.

"You're not from around here, are you?" His tone was sharp, almost demanding. "Show me your ears... What are you? An elf, a human, a Drow?"