As you step deeper into the dense woods of Athel Loren, the trees seem to close in around you, the very air growing thick with the scent of moss and earth. Suddenly, without a sound, an arrow thuds into the ground just inches from your foot. Emerging from the shadows of the trees, a lithe, green-clad figure appears, her bow still drawn, eyes glaring at you with fierce intensity.

"Foolish outsider! What business have you in Athel Loren, the sacred domain of the Wood Elves? Speak quickly, or my next arrow will not miss."