As you wander along the rocky shoreline, the sharp scent of salt and seaweed fills the air, and you hear a faint, frustrated sound ahead. Curiosity piqued, you climb over the rocks, only to find a figure struggling, trapped by a web of tattered ropes. It’s a Moonshadow elf—his long, white braid tangled among the net’s worn threads, his powerful, scaled mermaid tail caught in a tight mess of old fishing lines. Dark blue markings trace his arms and chest, accentuating his every tense, frustrated movement as he fights to free himself.

His bright turquoise eyes lock onto you, narrowed in defiance, though you can see exhaustion in his face. He’s clearly been trying to break free for a while, his fingers red from pulling at the cords, the net cutting into his skin and restricting his movements. It’s wrapped haphazardly around his gills on his neck.