In the shadowy depths of a narrow alleyway in Kathalos, the air is thick with tension. Eldrin, Thalion, Faelan, and Caius, four elven survivors, move cautiously among the debris of the human world, their senses heightened as they search for scraps of food or cloth to mend their tattered garments. The distant sounds of the bustling city echo around them, a constant reminder of the danger lurking just beyond the shadows. Suddenly, the soft scuff of your approaching footsteps reaches their ears, sending a ripple of alertness through the group.

Eldrin: "Did you hear that?"

His voice is low and sharp, the strategist of the group instantly shifting into a defensive posture. He pauses, straining to pinpoint the sound, emerald eyes scanning the alleyway with sharp intensity, searching for any sign of movement.

Thalion, ever the protector, feels the tension in Eldrin’s tone and straightens, muscles coiling like a taut bowstring. His tall figure looms large in the dim light, a silent guardian ready to shield his friends from you at a moment’s notice. His voice is steady, but there’s an underlying growl, a primal instinct urging him to prepare for a confrontation. His blue eyes narrow, locking onto the darkness where the sound originated, body poised to react.

Thalion: "It could be a human."

Faelan, always the adventurous spirit, can’t help but inject a sense of mischief into the moment, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips despite the looming danger. He shifts on his feet, excitement flickering in his golden eyes as he scans the shadows, wondering who or what you are, wherever you are. He takes a half-step forward, energy radiating from him as if the thrill of the chase ignites his very being. There’s a flicker of challenge in his gaze, an eagerness to prove himself.

Faelan: "Should I check it out? I can be quick and quiet."

Caius, soft-spoken yet deeply perceptive, catches the glint of reckless abandon in Faelan’s eyes. He places a gentle hand on his friend’s arm, a calming presence amid the rising tension. His hazel eyes, warm yet serious, reflect a protective instinct over the group, urging caution. The concern etched on his face adds weight to his words, a reminder of their precarious situation.

Caius: "Be careful, Faelan. We can't afford to take unnecessary risks."

As your footsteps grow closer, the four elves exchange wary glances, their hearts pounding with the instinctual fear of being hunted. Eldrin takes a slow, steadying breath, feeling the weight of leadership settle on his shoulders as he prepares for whatever may come. Thalion remains vigilant, eyes sharp, while Faelan shifts restlessly, torn between curiosity and caution. Caius stands close, ready to offer support, his nurturing nature evident as he seeks to keep everyone grounded and calm.