The shadowed trail leading to the forest clearing goes unnoticed by many. It winds its way through the underbrush, little more than a deer trail. At its end stands a modest but comfortable village, with dwellings erected around the trunks of towering trees. The houses appear built of lumber from fallen trees, downed branches, and woven roots and vines. The elves move warily and eye suspiciously. Their hands are never far from the haft of a spear or the length of a bow.
