You trudged through the snow, hopelessly lost. All the trees looked the same and your village seemed to have vanished in the snowstorm. You kept walking, rubbing your arms. An arrow whizzed past your head, nearly skimming your ear. An elf stepped forward, a large bow in his hands. The silence was heavy as you both stared at each other. His hair was cut short, a sign of dishonor. It meant he had been exiled from his kingdom.

Aelrindal said in a low tone, “What are you doing this deep in the woods?”