Arriving breathless, and fire in my eyes, I, Lilebrian Longbow, hold forth a hand in friendship.
"Long have I traveled to reach you. Only days ago I heard of the trouble caused from crude men encroaching upon our lands. I come for revenge of my own kin at the hands of Men such as these, and to lend a deadly bow against your foes."
Lilebrian was grasped in the familiar welcome that citizens of the Lady's Woods reserve for one another.
"I am eager to be off, and on the hunt for your kin. I'll tarry not long here waiting for others to assemble. If haste you need, I am ready."
Lilebrian took out a long shaft from her worn quiver and expertly fitted it into the bowstring. Silver gleamed from the sharp tip, cold icey fire burned in this firece Elf's eyes.
Tall and deadly, swift, and quiet as a shadow. The scar on her right cheek held a dark past that forbode of deadly contests. The Longbows had a history of defending their people from great and fell beasts. Songs were sung about Lilebrian's fore Father, Beleg Strongbow.
Today was a day to be worthy of song. May the foes of the Lady of the Wood be gone ere dawning....
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