His tall, perfectly-proportioned figure was clad in silver armor, a bow in hand along with matching armguards. He stood on a tree branch, the wings on his back slightly spread, casting a faint green glow in the darkness. His long platinum hair shimmered under the light from those wings, illuminating part of his flawless face, cold and proud in expression.
He was an elf and also a guardian of the forest.
Seeing the light in Silvanus's palm, the elf spoke calmly, "Your companions are waiting for you. Go."
Silvanus couldn't help but frown. He didn't understand why the elf had needed to fire an arrow just to call him. It was apparent he'd done it on purpose.
Still wary, Silvanus followed behind the elf while keeping a close eye on his surroundings.
