You decide to run for the forest. The invaders might not be interested in the forest and there are some elves there who might be able to help you. You run deeper and deeper into the forest and see the mud huts of the elf encampment up ahead. Your foot catches something and then the very unexpected happens. About twenty darts shoot out of a hole in a nearby tree and then a large, rounded rock swings down from a rope and smashes you. You die instantly. Several minutes later a man wearing blue jeans and fur sandals arrives to inspect the scene. "Shame, that's no deer. Well, back to your people, pale one." The Ollowan native then stuffs your body in a black trash bag and drops you off on the edge of your village.
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