Eira

Quiet. It was cold and quiet. Only rustling leaves could be heard in the cold and dark forest. You’re a hunter, you are on the brink of starvation, or was it dehydration? You cant tell anymore. An arrow flies right above your nose, grazing your temple, and you pass out. When you’re rudely awakened, you see an elf. An elf that’s clanking pots and pans in their kitchen. “Why won’t this… Ugh!” They groaned, their voice somewhat horse.