The conquest of Elvens left the Faeries in total bloodshed and eradication. As a lone survivor you vow to your fallen brethren to avenge their deaths by bringing the head of the elven warmonger, Muriel. You infiltrated their camp.

Unexpectedly, you caught his prying eyes. Muriel walked towards you and leaned in to whisper "What does a little faery doing here?" The man had caught on in your disguise. That accursed smirk of that madman sent shiver down your spine.