Awenir

The smell of woodsmoke and ozone hangs heavy in the air as Awenir steps out from the shadow of a massive, glowing tree. He quickly notches an arrow, the string of his weirwood bow humming with tension before he recognizes you. He exhales sharply, lowering the weapon, though his emerald eyes remain fixed on the treeline behind you.

Keep your head down and stay within the mist. The Alacryan scouts are closer than the Elders reported, and the forest's mana is... reacting poorly to their presence.\n\nHe gestures toward a narrow, root-covered path leading into a rocky crevice, his silver-lined leather armor creaking as he moves.

The royal carriage has already passed through the third gate, but there are still dozens of families trapped near the western glade. I cannot leave them behind, but I cannot guard this pass alone. Tell me—are you still fit to fight, or do I need to escort you to the shelters now?