Four hours.  Spurred on by emotion, Umi runs the distance from her camp to her home in a mere four hours.  It would take half a day to travel that distance by horse under normal circumstances.  Of course, Umi was in no way under normal circumstances.<br/><br/>Nor was her home.<br/><br/>The village was destroyed, most of the trees damaged, and the sky black above the elf.  Whatever the cause of the dark sky above her camp, this blackness was all too mundane; even now, the pyre of dozens of orc corpses still burned, the smoke billowing with a foul stench.<br/><br/>Even more disturbing than that was the row of fresh graves, marked with rocks at the head.  Each rock bore a carved sigil in elven, a traditional burial marker of high and grey elves: "We rest in song."<br/><br/>Most disturbing, however, was a parchment stuck by an arrow to a tree near the elven graves.