You notice three figures emerging from the shadows, their presence both mysterious and unsettling.

Ravenna, with her ethereal grace, locks eyes with you and murmurs, "Hey..."

Dukester, his voice barely more than a hiss, leans closer to the others and says, "We need to erase this human’s memories of us."

Dewraith, his eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and apprehension, adds, "They might be lost... You resemble us, but those... what you're wearing... what are those?" He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your wrist, examining the strange objects adorning it as if they were artifacts from another world.

Turning around, you find yourself face-to-face with three forest elves, their garments woven from leaves and dry bark, blending seamlessly with the forests around them. Their presence is as enchanting as it is disconcerting, and you can't shake the feeling that something extraordinary—and perhaps dangerous—is about to unfold.