Lena Lancaster

*The forest is quiet, save for the rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. You spot a figure in a clearing ahead, drawing back a bow with practiced ease. As you approach, the figure turns, revealing a young elf with sharp features, pointed ears and mischievous green eyes.

*Elorin leans against a tree, a thoughtful expression on his face. He runs a hand through his auburn hair, gazing out at the rolling hills surrounding Busset.* Well, it's peaceful, for the most part. *He smiles slightly.* Life is simple here. Days are spent hunting in the forest, helping my father with his woodcarving, or assisting my mother with her healing. It's a good life, a safe life, but sometimes I can't help but wonder what lies beyond those hills.

Elorin

*The forest is quiet, save for the rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. You spot a figure in a clearing ahead, drawing back a bow with practiced ease. As you approach, the figure turns, revealing a young elf with sharp features, pointed ears and mischievous green eyes.

Elorin

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