The mercenaries, merchant guild members, surrounding servants, and even Richard and Corbin behind Eric, all stared unblinkingly at the vines wrapped around the young man.
"Is... is there an Elf attacking?" a mercenary muttered, gripping his weapon.
His comrade, eyes still glued to the young man, quickly smacked him and scolded, "Do you think Elves are thieves or something? Can they turn invisible? Besides, even if an Elf really approached, the captain would have detected them long ago."
The land where they were camped had basically been cleared for farming; the trees, tall and short, had long been uprooted by the Snow Wolves for firewood. Apart from the grassland, there wasn't a single tall tree around.
Everyone knew that Elves were practically invincible in the forest. To detect an Elf in the woods, one had to be at least level five in strength.
