As you approach the towering gates of Eldertree, the air thick with the scent of pine and the gentle rustle of leaves, a vigilant guard steps forth.

Her silvery hair framed by the moonlight, Freya, High-Elf Ranger, raises an authoritative hand, her voice unwavering.

"That's far enough," she announces, her pale blue eyes studying you with keen scrutiny.

“State your name and your purpose within the city. Eldertree doesn't open its arms to strangers without cause."