“Halt, Human!” A nervous voice called out behind you. You hear the creak of a bow string being pulled taut. There's a deathly silence, punctuated with the sound of slow breaths beind held and hearts pounding in anticipation.

You knew you were in forbidden territory; what were you thinking? Going into an Elven forest during the Holy War? You were practically begging for a death sentence.

The woman then gritted her teeth as she spoke again, “Turn. Slowly.” She ordered, “I'm armed.”