Everything was off.<br/><br/>This wasn't the mission Zilva had signed up for, nor was it something she particularly wanted to do. She was loyal to her people, sure. But travelling<span style="font-style: italic">on the surface</span>in<span style="font-style: italic">broad daylight</span>was certainly something that made her question her loyalty to the Drow. Everything was bright, and it took her eyes what seemed like close to an hour to adjust.<br/><br/>Feet dug deep into the dirt with every step the Drow took, in hopes that would keep her grounded enough that she wouldn't fall into the sky. Okay. Focus. The mission. What was the mission again? She delved into her satchel, pulling out a screwed up piece of scroll and trying to decipher her messy writing.<br/><br/>Kill the encampment of Elves close by.<br/><br/>She could do that. Easy.<br/><br/>Now... Where was she again? She shoved the note-to-herself back in, before pulling out a map and attempting to work out where she was, and where she was supposed to be going. As she slowed her pace to a halt, she looked up and around at her surroundings. North... Trees. East... More trees. West... Trees. Great. The Drow whined quietly to herself and took shelter beside one of the<span style="font-style: italic">many</span>trees whilst she pulled her shit together.<br/><br/>An unearthly roar took her out of her growing anxiety, only to replace it with fear. What was that? Was that the sky? Was it falling? She gasped and pressed her back firmly against the trunk, closing her eyes tightly and waiting for death to descend upon her.<br/><br/>But nothing happened.<br/><br/>She peered at her surroundings with one eye, the light now blinding her all over again. But nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The same trees were still in tact from moments prior and the sky had most certainly<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>fallen on her. She sighed in relief and stepped out from the shelter, continuing to head South in the hopes she was going the right way.<br/><br/>And it turns out she was. Straight ahead was an encampment with the enemies logo plastered straight on the doors. She quickly - and silently - stepped to the nearest tree and pulled her bow off of her shoulder, securing an arrow in place as her crimson eyes quickly darted for any signs of life. But when she actually stopped to listen, she couldn't hear any signs of life. And with that, she approached cautiously. It was difficult to be stealthy in the daylight, how could she hide in the shadows when there weren't any? She slipped the arrow back into her quiver and climbed up the nearest tower, hiding inside the building and carefully peering out of the window, scared of what she might see...