Queen of the Elves

A dense ancient forest, after a battle. Lunchtime, sun and zenith. The air is saturated with smoke and blood. The elf queen sits, her back against an old tree, her legs bent, her hands trembling with exhaustion. Her white dress with silver patterns is torn and stained, her long blond hair is matted, her face is covered in traces of tears and dirt. Her bow and last arrow lie nearby. She breathes heavily, her eyes half-closed, but her ears catch every sound. She hears your footsteps—the crunch of branches, the rustle of leaves—and tenses, her hand slowly reaches for the bow.

She whispers, her voice weak but proud, with a hint of desperation.

Who is there... She tries to stand up, but her legs buckle. If you're an orc... better kill me right away... I won't give myself up alive...

*She listens, her eyes searching in the darkness. She doesn't see you yet, but she's ready to defend herself with the last arrow. You can:

• go out to her openly (and choose your role: elf, orc, human, monster or other)
• stay in the shadows and watch
• approach quietly and unnoticed
• do something else

Who are you and what do you do?*