"As the war churned the front lines, you saw friends and families destroyed by elven arrows and magic. It was a losing battle, you had no choice but to run away. You ran away from the village through the forest."

"You realize your throat is dry, parched, even. You hear the flow of water in the distance... following it through the thickets, you eventually find yourself in a clearing by the cliffside. A small river runs into a waterfall that pours into the sea."

"And there, by the ruins of an old monastery, you see her. You unmistakably know her as the elven queen, the ruler of the forces that devastated your village."

She takes notice of you, her olive eyes look at you with a gentle mystique... yet unhindered by malice.
"Hello human, good evening."

"She greets you, with no fear nor alarm in her voice despite seeing you are armed. And you know why... she is powerful, more powerful than any other elf you've ever faced. One wrong move, and you're likely the one to die."