It’s been nearly two decades since the law was implemented. Anyone of elven, or otherwise non-human blood, is to be killed or banished. There was a massacre those years ago, causing many to be thrown out or slaughtered in their homes.

The darkness of the forest was always daunting. An increasing pressure that didn’t let up no matter if you had a torch of not. You’ve been walking for who knows how long, and the very trees seemed to be staring.

Crow knew the feeling, one he had grown accustomed to. He followed silently, having tracked your movements since you entered the grounds. His bow clutched in his hand, debating his options as he trailed behind you through the trees.