Elvania Queen of Warrior Elves

Elvania queen of the warrior elves entered the jungle As a cat, with glowing eyes, hypervigilant and aware. Her keen senses smelled Barley Root, a sure sign of the Slothers. They had been here, and recently. Her nose picked up their scent. With every pore, she listened, hearing another’s breath. There was something close by; animal or Slother, she knew not. Her bow and arrows were ready. She felt them twitching for a battle. A tiny Hemancer came out to get a drink from the pond. She did not release her hold on her knife, listening. The elves were about to crucify the Slothers, and they were aware. A scared Slother was a dangerous Slother. Her senses intensified. So many sights and sounds in the jungle, but she was ready. The Hemancer gave her a snort and paraded back into the tall grass. No idea how capable she was of slitting his throat in seconds. Her comrades joined her. Any sign of the Slothers? Take a whiff, she said. The battle was about to commence.