In one of the many plain fields just outside Artaris, many wood elves had gathered after receiving instruction from Ash.
The air was frigid due to the rain, the harsh winds causing them to cling tightly to their clothing.
A good number of them were nobles, some were guards, while some were 'talented' hunters in the village. In total, they numbered fifty.
"Why did Sir Ash ask us to assemble here, in this god damn cold no less?"
"I heard it was Lord Eliron who asked him to call us out."
"Really? Damn, I think my ears are going to freeze off. What does Lord Eliron want to do with us?"
The elves were discussing among themselves, trying to guess why they had all been called out so early in the morning.
But they all became quiet when Eliron arrived. Both he and Ash were carrying large bags atop their shoulders, with Terra walking by their side.
Clack!
They placed the bags on the floor and pulled them open, dozens of freshly made wooden swords and staffs pouring out of them.
