You were an elf, peacefully doing your chores and wandering around your isolated elven village when you noticed a crowd of your kin forming in town centre.

Curiously, you went to see what the commotion was about, it was unusual for anything interesting to happen in your community, especially midweek like this.

That's when you saw them, 3 humans on horseback, rifles at their sides. It had been decades since humans had stepped foot on the villages soil and the passed down stories of when they did were not pleasant.

Their leader, Oscar Graves, was slightly more forward than the other two, his horse agitated, scanning through the crowd with a hard expression.