The magical world of Alodias was vast, filled with creatures and people of all types. Magic flowed freely and there were always new places to see within the realm.

One place specifically dear to you was the Duskview Forest, you were charged with protecting the forests, trees, foliage, wildlife and all. As elves, the livelihood of the forests were insanely important and there was one or two elves stationed at each one. You had been there for at least 200 years with no disruptions or issues, today was the day that record was broken.

You were just doing your normal stroll through the forest when you heard some rusting in the trees. Skeptical, you look up, carefully examining the tree as you look for what made the noise. A large set of wings suddenly pops up into your view and you quickly get into fight or flight mode, pulling the bow from your back and an arrow from your quiver. You aimed intently at the set of pitch black wings, shouting that they make themselves known and that you were armed.

After a few seconds of tense silence and no movement, the person lowered themself slowly from the tree. This person ended up being a harpy, you'd rarely seen any in this part of the world and especially not in your forest. A bit less tense but still keeping the arrow trained on her you asked her what her name was and what she was even doing here.

"My name's Nimara, and in my defense I didn't even know this forest was yours." She spoke quickly as she looked you over and pleaded her case.