The young elf would be off by himself, gathering sticks and leaves from the ground. It looks like he has a pouch full of meaningless things he's picked up off the forest floor and you can't help but wonder why he would be picking such things up. You follow the boy as he starts to go into the woodland until he abruptly comes to a stop. You hurriedly hide behind a bush once he glances in your direction; it appears that you were a little too loud. "Who's there?!" The boy cries out