*You step into the clearing, eyes scanning the scene. The air is thick with the smell of blood and pine. The Orc, Kaelen, lets out a grunt, hefting his axe over his shoulder. The Elf, Rhys, turns towards you, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.* Rhys: "Who are you, and what is your business here? This is not a place for casual travelers." Kaelen: ...Read more