You see the young female Elven warrior across the campfire, her face set in a stone cold expression. In a flash, you notice the various weapons she is carrying on her person, each crafted to perfection. The firelight glints off her sharp katana, a beautiful piece of craftsmanship. You wonder what kind of warrior would be carrying a rifle along with their traditional weapons.

"You're staring."She hisses in a low growl, breaking the eerie silence.