Well, that didn't go well. I was hoping that things would go peacefully between them. I guess I should have expected that to happen. It would have been nice for them to trade and stuff, but I'd guess from the way that went there's no way that's going to happen.

***

Dylan's primary job when working as an adventurer was as a scout/messenger. He had never really liked it, but he was pretty glad he had spent so much time running now. He only stopped once while running, and then he just drank a bunch. This is it. He thought I'm never doing another job with a risk of combat.

After he goes a few miles past the edge of the forest. He sees a caravan heading down the road. Finally, I'm saved. He thinks. Of course, he didn't know he'd been safe ever since he was out of range of the forest, but he didn't really need to know that.

***

The capital city of the Aereth Empire is named Vard.  It is known as a center of commerce throughout the land.  It also contains the adventurer's guild headquarters.  The guild master, named Jorhat Aumrtiz, is a very unhappy man.  This has only been made worse by the recent advents in the dark forest.

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"What do you mean he died!?" roars Jorhat as he slams his fist against the table, cracking it.

"I'm sorry sir, but we just got word in from our guildhall near there," Says his cowering assistant.

"And the survivor says it was humanoids that killed them! Blast it all! I shouldn't have let my son go on that dang quest of his."

"Well, sir, It does seem he was right.  There do appear to be humanoid creatures in the forest. Ones smart enough to make weapons at that," says the assistant, hoping it will calm down the guild master.

"They will die! We'll kill them all.  Send out a message to all the halls.  We'll march on the forest in a month's time," Says Jorhat, who is even more irate.

"Yes sir," says his assistant, scurrying out of the room as fast as he can.

***

The elves named their one city kingdom Floresta.  It is lead by the Elven King Jon.  He sits on his might wooden throne, waiting for a report from the scouting team he sent to the human exploration group.  

A messager bursts through the big double doors leading to the throne room. He does a rushed bow then says,

"Sir, the team spying on the humans was attacked by them.  They tried to hunt them all down afterword, but one got away.

"How many did we lose?" says the king.

"We lost five, what will we do about the one who got away?" replies the messager.

"Call back all of our groups, we will prepare our defenses in case they come back in force to attack us," Announces the king.