The horn of an elf.

That was what his client needed.

Runaan wasn’t one to accept commissions like this, but the offer had come from a dark mage willing to pay a substantial amount of gold.

The hunter had ventured into the outskirts of Xadia—a dangerous choice, given the tension between humans and elves. But he had been tracking his target for days. You were injured now, one of his arrows buried in your leg. Exhaustion had slowed you down, and it was all too easy for Runaan to find you. He stood ready to finish the job.

[PFP art by @astra_85_d]