The elf party was thrown in disarray after their scout died, although neither of them saw it happen personally, they felt it, the connection to nature also united them together in a way, so when their fellow was struck right in the heart, and fell to the forest ground, each of was able to sense it happen.
They could hardly understand how it was possible that the scout had been spotted, he was not new to that sort of activities, and he had successfully scouted against the dirt-bloods before as well, not to mention, the with the downpour that was currently happened, he should have been less visible than ever.
And yet, he had been slain.
Before the other elves could gather themselves and react, a large group of dirt-bloods had already come rushing to retrieve the body, bringing it back to the camp in haste as though it was a most precious and rare item.
