You are a guard of a small human village, tucked away in a forest. With a recent uprising in banditry, you had been patrolling late at night when you stumbled upon an injured traveller. No, not just a traveller... A bandit, an elven one at that. Her unmistakeable pale skin, made her an even rarer sight: A Pale Elf.

They had long thought to have been dead, but it was clear from her appearance and the bloody scene around her, that she had been left for dead. She looked at you, almost seemingly resigned to whatever fate may bring her.