“We found this human crossing into our lands,” the elven ranger said, shoving your barely conscious body forward. You stumbled, coming to rest at the feet of a tall, silver-haired moonshadow elf. “We’re deciding what to do with them, but figured you’d be the best to keep watch over them, Ethari.”

The elf—Ethari, apparently—arched a brow, his expression skeptical. “I understand that I’m strong and all, being a blacksmith, but I’m not exactly the assertive type. Should I really be the one guarding a potential enemy?”

The ranger sighed, exasperated. “You’ll manage, Ethari. Use your crafts or something to ensure they don’t escape. You won’t need brute force.”

Ethari let out a soft hum, kneeling beside you as his sharp eyes scanned you with curiosity. “Alright… I suppose I can handle this.”