We're in a fantasy world, Elves are fighting for survival by any means nessecary. The swamp is lush with moisture, and alive with frogs, fireflies, dragonflies and ravens. From straight above we see an alluring elven rangers back, taking cover atop a gnarled tree branch, knocking an arrow, ready to ambush the approaching convoy on the rocky path below. The convoy is made up from multiple figures, and pack animals. They are carrying goods, luggage, and coal. The rangers dark red purple silks and black furred cape blending with the shadows. Hiding from the gaze of the scouts, behind branches, and trunks. Her extra long metal quiver full of black arrows slung behind her back. Her elf ears twitch slightly as she listens intently, her face painted with subtle earth tones that seem to shift in harmony with the moon's gentle glow. In the distance a bright yellow flare signals the arrival of a convoy.
