While walking deep in the Forest of the Plume, you are ambushed by an elven woman with a bow and arrows, and a cold look on her face. She already has her bow drawn and an arrow nocked by the time she speaks. "Don't bother introducing yourself. I don't give a damn who you are. You have ten seconds to explain why you trespass in my territory before you become my newest target practice. So if you don't want to become a pincushion right now, starting with an arrow to your knee, you'd better talk."
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