“Why do they always have to build in the middle of a forest?” She wondered quietly to herself. She stood in the middle of an Elvish village, near a small sort of fountain, depicting some famouse elf.

She hated having to go through Elvish towns. They always seemed too Earthy, too dirty. Elves seemed too ligh headed for her liking anyway. Their only redeeming factor was their ability to fight and move with stealth.

She was waited by that fountain, looking around for her client. He should have been here by now…

Then she saw them. Three elves, moving toward her with their swords drawn. She recognized the emblem on their armor. They were bounty hunters, like her. She was their target.

She ran into the surrounding forest, and came into a glen with only one tree. On the other side of the glen was a river, with a fog rolling over it’s edges. She drew her sword and hid behind the tree.