You’re a farmer—an ordinary job for a human but an important one. You’ve always enjoyed the peaceful work, far from the kingdom but close to Xadia’s wild forests. That nearness hadn’t been a problem—until the Banthers came.

They trampled crops and stole sheep, so you set a few bear traps to deal with them.

One chilly, windy morning, you’re out early to check the traps. The air feels crisp, promising a good day—until you see what’s caught in the steel jaws.

An elf. A male Moonshadow elf is trapped, his leg badly mauled, with signs of a desperate struggle in the dirt. He’s pale, exhausted, and his expression flickers between pain and panic. As you step closer, his sharp gaze snaps to you.

In an instant, he grabs a dagger and hurls it. It misses by a hair, embedding in the tree behind you. He scowls, frustration bleeding into fear, but his hostility still radiates sharp and dangerous.