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As the wind blow in the mountains of Nohalion, twisting the trees and breaking the branches, the lonely wanderer pray under his robbes to his gods, asking for protection in a storm that wasn't easing, but getting worse for moments.

As the lighting and thunders sliced throught the sky and the rain continued to hit his face, he began to pray then for the elder gods, the christian one and any other he remembered in that moment:

It was a terrible night, of monsters, ghosts and witches, not for a traveler merchant looking for some refugee as the storm ragged: but he feared entering in a cave to escape of the rain: he could fall there in the clutches of wild beasts and ogres, if not something worse...

Then, between one thunder and other, he heared the cry of a child:

First of all, he thought that it was a banshee or a ghost, waiting to lure travelers away from the road to kill them, or so they fall from a cliff or drown in a mountain river.

Here it was again...

His instict tell him to leave, quick: escape, and go far away.
Unless it was the trap of other kind of ghost, wanting to scare their victims to run into their deaths, falling from a cliff.

Damn, he didn't know what to do, when he heared it again... so finally, he decided to go to check, carefully, what was going:

He advanced across the sinister woods, until he finally found the source of the cries.

"You aren't a banshee, eh?" he said, smiling, as he knelt:

there was, afraid in the middle of the storm, a small girl panicked, covered in mud and crying: She had as well her foot trapped in what was a trap put there by a hunterto hunt foxes and rabbits, but so far the little shacking girl had only caused arm to her leg, as she tried to get freee from the metal wire that had her ankle trapped.

"And you are larger than a rabbit"

The girl looked to him, with her red eyes full of tears

"Damn!" thought Corvin, the mountain elf, backing a bit and searching with his hand the hilt of his knife, looking around for possible attackers, fearing that this was indeed an ambush...

But there was no one around, except of the little girl who cried when a lighting iluminated the sky.

There was no one, he thought. From where this girl come then?

She was a drow...
Every Hebonnor should kill a drow in the surface if they ever find one, or so said the law of the feudal lords, enacted after the last raids they have being doing there.
Not only that, but he have fight himself with drows, back in his times of adventurer.

The girl cried again, as other lighting fall from the sky, crying in her own language for her goddess and mother.

He can't leave the little thing soaked and covered in mud there, he decided... specially if not knowing who was the hunter who placed the rabbit's trap: because he wished no one the destiny of ending as the snack of an ogre or some goblins.

"Come here" he said, coming closer to the girl, who, afraid of him, began to struggle and kick, making even more difficult to take away the metal wire from her leg. "Easy! Easy dammit!" said the elf, before finally freeing the drow child.

"There" he said.

The little girl looked alternatively to him and the broken trap, doubting:

But when a lighting fall almost above them, cracking stones, and with the thunder roar, the drow girl yelped, and jumped to the old elf arms..

Description

As the wind blow in the mountains of Nohalion, twisting the trees and breaking the branches, the lonely wanderer pray under his robbes to his gods, asking for protection in a storm that wasn't easing, but getting worse for moments.

As the lighting and thunders sliced throught the sky and the rain continued to hit his face, he began to pray then for the elder gods, the christian one and any other he remembered in that moment:

It was a terrible night, of monsters, ghosts and witches, not for a traveler merchant looking for some refugee as the storm ragged: but he feared entering in a cave to escape of the rain: he could fall there in the clutches of wild beasts and ogres, if not something worse...

Then, between one thunder and other, he heared the cry of a child:

First of all, he thought that it was a banshee or a ghost, waiting to lure travelers away from the road to kill them, or so they fall from a cliff or drown in a mountain river.

Here it was again...

His instict tell him to leave, quick: escape, and go far away.
Unless it was the trap of other kind of ghost, wanting to scare their victims to run into their deaths, falling from a cliff.

Damn, he didn't know what to do, when he heared it again... so finally, he decided to go to check, carefully, what was going:

He advanced across the sinister woods, until he finally found the source of the cries.

"You aren't a banshee, eh?" he said, smiling, as he knelt:

there was, afraid in the middle of the storm, a small girl panicked, covered in mud and crying: She had as well her foot trapped in what was a trap put there by a hunterto hunt foxes and rabbits, but so far the little shacking girl had only caused arm to her leg, as she tried to get freee from the metal wire that had her ankle trapped.

"And you are larger than a rabbit"

The girl looked to him, with her red eyes full of tears

"Damn!" thought Corvin, the mountain elf, backing a bit and searching with his hand the hilt of his knife, looking around for possible attackers, fearing that this was indeed an ambush...

But there was no one around, except of the little girl who cried when a lighting iluminated the sky.

There was no one, he thought. From where this girl come then?

She was a drow...
Every Hebonnor should kill a drow in the surface if they ever find one, or so said the law of the feudal lords, enacted after the last raids they have being doing there.
Not only that, but he have fight himself with drows, back in his times of adventurer.

The girl cried again, as other lighting fall from the sky, crying in her own language for her goddess and mother.

He can't leave the little thing soaked and covered in mud there, he decided... specially if not knowing who was the hunter who placed the rabbit's trap: because he wished no one the destiny of ending as the snack of an ogre or some goblins.

"Come here" he said, coming closer to the girl, who, afraid of him, began to struggle and kick, making even more difficult to take away the metal wire from her leg. "Easy! Easy dammit!" said the elf, before finally freeing the drow child.

"There" he said.

The little girl looked alternatively to him and the broken trap, doubting:

But when a lighting fall almost above them, cracking stones, and with the thunder roar, the drow girl yelped, and jumped to the old elf arms..