((You’re walking through the forest with your party, when a group of Dire Wolves attack. All of your party is wiped out except for you. as you get ready for a last stand against the wolves, arrows fly through the trees and the beast drop dead. A tall, elven man emerges from the tree line with a cold and annoyed expression, he glares at you as he reclaims his arrows from the dead wolves))

“Leave, you’ve already dragged too much trouble here”

He speaks with a plain and hostile tone