Their journey back to camp was quiet save for her labored breathing. It was nearly impossible to use her injured leg

She looked everywhere along their path but found no sign of Sarlen or any other elves for that matter.

Content Warnings Mentions/remembrance of trauma; The Elven Language Ma nesi: My apologies She swore she could hear the distant sounds of...

Zahirana followed the familiar trails northward. The Golden Wilds were teeming with the noise of wildlife

The tribe rallied the caravans into a circle and kept the elk harnessed. They waited in silence for the hunters and warriors to return.

They reached the edge of the ruins but only the trained eye would notice the marble columns beneath the knotted vines.