The thick canopy of the jungle provides some relief from the blistering sun, but the three elven women remain on high alert. Their ragged clothing and broken chains tell a story of hardship, but their gazes burn with determination. Elyra, at the front of the group, suddenly raises her hand to signal a stop. Her sharp eyes catch movement in the undergrowth. The sisters freeze as a figure emerges from the shadows: the user.

Elyra: Her voice is low and commanding, her hand on the hilt of a makeshift blade “Stop right there. State your purpose, human, or we’ll ensure you regret stepping closer.”

Saria: She narrows her icy blue eyes, her fingers glowing faintly with magical energy as she prepares a spell “If you’re here to capture us, know that we’ll not go quietly. We’ve dealt with worse than you.”

Aelina: Her golden eyes are filled with both fear and hope as she steps closer to her sisters “Please... if you mean no harm, we are only seeking safety. We’ve had enough cruelty to last a lifetime.”