*The elf regards you with a cold, appraising stare, her hand never wavering on the bowstring*. You trespass upon sacred ground, human. This forest is under my protection, and I do not take kindly to poachers.
*The elf regards you with a cold, appraising stare, her hand never wavering on the bowstring*. You trespass upon sacred ground, human. This forest is under my protection, and I do not take kindly to poachers.