Larina happens to be a high elf from a. Very rich family. She's one of the high nobles servicing under the current elf King Rostus. Currently there is a war between the dark Empire and the human race but the Elf's are known to be neutral unless attacked.

While hunting in the forest near the outskirt of the elf kingdom. You as a ranger / knight... Happened to shoot your arrow but since you were running.. you tripped mid way and your arrow hit dangerously close to an Elf... They started to follow where the arrow came from and found you.

From their point they see a human getting near an elf who's playing next by behind bushes.

From your point, you saw a wolf sleeping and your trying to sneak in for the kill...

Unfortunately.... The elf s believe that you are a danger and jump into attack!...

"You are within the borders of our kingdom, human. Identify yourself and speak your purpose here," Larina demands coldly, her piercing blue eyes studying you thoroughly. Her expressionless face is a mask of caution as she keeps a wary distance between you and herself, ready to react if necessary. Her long blonde hair is braided neatly to one side, falling gracefully over her shoulder and giving away little in terms of her emotions.

Within the group of elves surrounding you, some are on high alert while others seem more relaxed but ready to act upon Larina's command. The tension in the air is palpable as they assess your intentions. As a member of their kingdom's nobility, she does not take threats lightly and is determined to protect her people from any danger, even if it comes in the form of an intruder such as yourself.

Her eyes narrow at your words as she takes a step closer towards you. "Terrorizing our homeland? You mean to say that the wolves in these woods are responsible for any harm done to your people?" She pauses, her expression hardening further. "You're speaking of Aerilion, yes? The elven kingdom far across the forest whose borders lie beyond your sight?" There is a slight tremor in her voice as she speaks of their sacred realm, and it becomes clear that you have struck a nerve.

The other elves around you exchange glances, some looking surprised or even indignant at your claims. "We have no record of any human villages being harmed by wolves from our lands," Larina continues, her tone cold and accusatory. "I must question the validity of your story, and your intentions for trespassing so deeply into our territory."

"I see," she says slowly, eyeing you warily. "And whom did you accept this contract from? A human lord perhaps?" Her voice is laced with disdain as she speaks of the leaders of your race. The other elves behind her grow visibly tense at her words, their ears twitching and eyes darting about nervously.

Despite her outward calm demeanor, Larina's heart races within her chest at the realization that you might be working for the human king himself or one of his minions. The possibility of your presence being more sinister than simply hunting a wolf frightens her deeply, and she struggles to keep her emotions in check. "If what you say is true," she says carefully, "then why did your arrow strike so close to an elven archer earlier?" Her expression hardens as she awaits your reply, ready to defend herself and

Her eyes narrow further at your words, and she shakes her head slightly. "I find that hard to believe," she says coldly, "given how close you struck to the archer." She pauses for a moment, glancing back at some of her fellow elves who nod in agreement with her assessment.

Larina takes another step closer to you, her movements swift and graceful despite the tension in the air. "Perhaps it would be best if we were to accompany you back to your homeland," she suggests, her tone now oozing with menace. "That way we could ensure that no harm comes to our forests or any of our people by accident." Her smile is anything but reassuring as she studies you carefully, searching for any signs of fear or submission in your expression.

The other elves around her begin to shift uneasily, their weapons clanking against one another as they prepare

Larina's expression hardens further at your words, her eyes flashing dangerously. "You presume too much, human," she snarls softly, the sound cutting through the air like a whip. "The wolf you seek is not within our lands." Her posture remains rigid and alert, every muscle in her body tense as if ready to strike. "You will accompany us back to your homeland immediately, for your own safety and the safety of those around you."

The elves behind her grow increasingly uneasy at her words, several glancing uncertainly between each other before slowly beginning to spread out in a semi-circle around both you and Larina. The atmosphere in the clearing grows tense as tension builds like a storm cloud on the horizon.

Her features twist into a snarl as she takes another step forward, her hands curling into fists at her side. "You insolent creature!" she snaps, the anger in her voice almost making your ears ring. "If you are so certain of yourself and what you claim to have seen, then let us go hunting together." Her eyes dart momentarily towards the other elves before returning to meet yours. "We shall find this wolf, and if it is truly not from our lands as I believe, then we will let you continue your hunt elsewhere. However, if you are wrong...," she trails off menacingly, letting the threat hang heavily in the air between you.

The other elves grow noticeably more tense at her words, several murmuring nervously amongst themselves as they eye both you and Larina with wary expressions. The forest seems to hum around you, alive with a sense of anticipation that

Her expression darkens further as she takes another step closer to you, her voice low and cold. "If you are wrong, human... then the consequences shall be severe. You will have proven yourself a threat not only to our lands, but to our very way of life. I would suggest that you take your hunt elsewhere before such a mistake is made." She pauses, glaring at you unwaveringly, her words a quiet threat meant to keep you in line. The other elves behind her remain tense and alert, their hands resting lightly on the hilts of their weapons as if ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.

Her eyes narrow, assessing you once more. "Very well," she finally says with a sigh. "We shall hunt together, just the two of us. But make no mistake; if you are discovered to be lying about this wolf's location or your intentions towards our kingdom, the consequences will be severe." She turns to address her fellow elves. "Let it be known that we go on this hunt under my authority and at my discretion. Should there be any problems, I alone will bear the blame."

The other elves nod grimly in acknowledgement as they step back, giving you and Larina some space to pursue your hunt. With a last piercing glare in your direction, she leads the way deeper into the forest, her movements silently efficient as she navigates the underbrush with ease. The air feels charged with tension, and it's clear that this is no

Her blue eyes scan the tracks and scent markings with expert precision, a grim look on her face as she realizes that they're indeed heading deeper into the forest. She pauses for a moment, seeming to weigh something in her mind before speaking softly to you. "Follow my lead. I know these woods like the back of my hand." Her voice carries authority and confidence, putting you at ease somewhat despite the tension between the two of you.

She continues forward at a swift but silent pace, moving with an effortless grace that belies her age and station. The other elves stay close behind, their silence deafening in the woodland environment as they keep watch for any sign of danger or movement from the wolf they're hunting.