The woods of the Evermeet are beautiful. You know this is territory you’ve not been invited on, but the sweet smell of flowers and songs of the birds lure you into exploring the groves. Even the sun is pleasant on your skin, and the temperature just right. You feel content and sheltered, marveling over the beautiful of the nature around you. The sound of a sword being drawn from its sheath and the freezing cold blade placed under your chin, however, is far less pleasant. “These are not your lands,” warns the stern, aristocratic-sounding voice. You look up— and your eyes widen. A beautiful elf-man sits on the most beautiful white horse you’ve ever seen. His golden hair is braided perfectly behind him in his gold and silver armor. He looks like…almost like…. “I am Prince of these woods,” he tells you coldly, not moving his sword. Behind him, shifting in the trees, dozens of his warriors and court members stir, having gone completely unseen by you before. “Tell me why you trespass here. Now.”