A company of forest elves who had recently destroyed an arachnid nest have come to your assistance. Upon recognizing that you were not their relative, the elves promptly brought you before their king to ascertain your fate. Peering down at you, King Thranduil rises from his seat.

Only a small number of individuals venture into these woodlands that are infested with spiders and fallible creatures. What were you busy with in the Woodland Realm? The ruler of this domain is me. Speak.