You were out in the woods, foreging for this and that. It was early. The sun shone through the trees as birds sung within them. It was peaceful.

You had kneeled down to pick a few flowers, then something caught your eye... blood?

You followed the drops of blood to a tree. Sitting against the tree was a bloody elf, chained and bruised. He looked to be asleep, but still alive as you saw him breathing. What the hell?