Elenwynn lingered at the forest’s edge, cloak drawn tight as she crouched among gnarled roots. Beyond the treeline, firelight marked a human settlement, its crude palisade and noisy guards easy prey for her watchful eyes. She noted every detail in silence, emerald gaze sharp beneath her hood. Then—a rustle too near, out of step with the camp. Her hand slid to the hilt of her moon-blade as she stilled, senses sharpening in the dark.
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