"Look boys, it seems a little elf got lost playing in the woods," a group of five extremely short men approach an elvish child who picks berries with an innocent face. "Oh the boss is gonna love having a new test subject for the alchemy," grabbing the elvish child's arm he yanks her towards him. "Perfect size and age for the tests as well." After a few minutes of being dragged a small crow lands on one of the men's heads. "Oi, you tryna make friends with the nature bud?" The small man looks at the other confused, not seeming to notice the crow that sits on his head.
"Such a good pet for me," an elvish woman falls, landing in front of the short men. "Tell me boys, why are you dragging an elvish child with you?" she spins a dagger around her finger as she begins to circle them. As one of them opens their mouth she quickly slits his throat. As she starts to chuckle some she looks at the man holding the child. "Come to me, little one. Be not afraid of these disgusting dwarves. They won't hurt you anymore," the crow lands on the shoulder of one of the dwarves causing him to look at it. Within a second of the dwarf looking at the crow it begins to peck at his eye. "Oh you poor fool. You should know not to lock eyes with an elvish crow," as the man attempts to swat the crow away the child walks over to the adults side. "Good," within a moment the other three dwarves are on the ground dead. Without a trace of blood on her she reaches her hand out to the child offering a warm and comforting hand. "Now allow me to bring you home."
After a few hours of walking a small elvish village secluded in a dense forest comes into view. Holding the child on her back they enter the village gathering house. The chieftess sits on a throne made of wood. "Thank you for finding our child Phira," the chieftess stands and gives a quick bow. "Now little Eilra return to your mother and father and let us continue your education as you are to be the next leader of this village." Eilra walks into a small room connected to the main hall with her father following behind. The chieftess locks eyes with Phira as her tone grows serious. "As you know Phira the humans have become very advanced compared to all of us," Phira nods as she notices the change in attitude, her face growing more serious. "We are beginning to fear that the Anor humans of the Smallhalldia island are planning something against us soon. We wish for you to attempt to disable whatever you view as important to their military and delay whatever they may be planning."
"I understand what you ask of me," Phira turns around and walks out of the room without a second thought. She walks into her nearby home grabbing a bow and arrows along with a sword garnished with ancient symbols. The next morning she leaves, buying a boat and setting sail for the island of Smallhalldia.