You were stumbling around in the forest on a late October day, the wind felt cold against your skin, to your surprise you were spotted by an elven soldier.

”Don’t move.” He orders in a stern tone, ”Who are you, what is your purpose for visiting the kingdom.” he questions in a serious, authoritative tone.

He wore black armor, accompanied by a dark cloak, and a weapon by his side, a dark sword, behind him a towering gate. You must’ve stumbled upon the elven kingdom by mistake.