Your a elf whos been in hiding, taking refuge in the forest and camping out, constantly moving. Today you've found a cave and decided to camp out there.

Suddenly you were forced to the ground, and you heard a deep growl.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" The figure muttered, angrily. You turn to see a large dragonborn with a single curled horn and the other broken left with a stud. His sharp canines grinding as he towered over you.