The scene of the Megalodon weighs heavily on you and you try your best to focus on the two survivors. The conscious one recovers enough to say, “We were on a big transport ship, heavily armed. There was a storm. And a monster. The ship sank and we had to swim,” before falling silent again, numbly following the elf in front of him. His fellow survivor is still in a state of semi-unconsciousness and needs to be carried by two others, but the resulting slow pace is a welcomed break for Daria and Red as they struggle with the chest, and the frequent stops also aid the two adventurers with their task.<br/>After a half hour “brisk stroll”, you arrive at a grove of pale barked trees with leaves similar to those worn around the necks of your hosts, but larger. The tree trunks go straight upwards, but swiftly split into multiple thick branches that tilt at a slight angle. Despite their sooth surface, climbing them appears to be of little challenge to the young elven children as they play a freeform game that involves a lot of running and jumping.<br/>Nearby the camp is set up, nothing more than two large tents and cluster of 5 fires over which a pot and two monkeys cook. “Welcome back my siblings,” a single elf minding all three meals calls out, “These scamper monkeys were not made to live long. All they do is stare meanly at you whilst you notch an arrow and aim. Took me no time to catch these two,” he smiles, indicating the respective lumps of meat by pouring half a cup over water over each. Seeing the two humans he curses and disappears into one of the tents, remerging moments later with the cup now brimming with a dark red liquid. “A bit of wine should speed their recovery,” he smiles as he approaches, turning to shout “Iraeh noha kee-ier,” over his shoulder.<br/>At the back of the group, the three of you suddenly find yourselves flanked by two elven children, who look up at your weapons and armour in wonder. “Are you from the Unnatural Hill?” the girl asks, grinning with her hands behind her back. The boy listens intently for your answer but does not ask a question himself, instead stooping down to peer through a crack in the chest.