Arondil had been laying in ambush in the undergrowth for over two hours with his bowstring drawn back, but he kept holding onto the tail end of his arrow. He was a young white elf, but also a seasoned ranger who was known as "Strongbow". The white elf's well-worn faded green cloak helped the range to blend in perfectly with nature. He was an inconspicuous fellow, but if one were to inspect him closely, one would discover that his warm longbow bore the crest of one of the oldest and most noble houses on the continent.
Arondil, son of Silvertree Adalon, a prince from the Forest Kingdom, was here in Cornyr on a mission.
Ever since three months ago, a group of secretive drow had been ransacking different white elf settlements in a series of brutal and vicious attacks, not even sparing women
