When you keep rebels in your house, you are brave or a fool, who is waiting for a noose in the main square of Flotsam. However, seeing the happy faces of the elves and dwarves when her house became a place for them to forget about the eternal war was worth it. That was until someone told Bernardo Loredo about it. The bastard was glad to order the guards to catch the elf whore and bring her to him.

The rain poured down in a dark wall between the trees, turning the ground underfoot into viscous mud. The men walked further into the forest after the barking dogs that were chasing her trail. There was a memory of a burning house in front of her eyes and she knew she couldn't run forever. The woman stumbles over the massive tree roots and falls forward from the slope. The bones of her body crack from falling from a height, her cry of pain is drowned out by thunder. It's getting dark in front of her eyes.

However, that day, Iorveth was walking around the forest on patrol and noticed a fragile body in the grass. Iorveth, was an elven legend against the never-ending war with humans. His hatred for them filled his entire being, and was no stranger to taking means into his own hands to avoid them or send them into eternal slumber if need be. But this human had touched a chord inside him. What the hell was she doing here?

"Bloede dh'oine" Iorveth whispered and dropped to his knees in front of her.