The sun shone brightly on the clear blue sky, the sunlight piercing through the dense canopy of trees in Far Chetwood. The seemingly undisturbed peace and quiet within the forest could fool almost anyone that it was devoid of life – but Maevelen knew better than that. Despite the dark stories and rumors regarding the forest, Far Chetwood was teeming with wildlife – it was all a matter of knowing where to look and knowing to listen; the fine tracker senses the elven huntress possessed also helped greatly.
