Gunnaya woke to the sound of clanking armour and rustling snow below her. 
	"Gods damn it", she muttered to herself. It was an elven soldier, in full battle armour no less. Perhaps it would pass her, without noticing.
	*CLONK*, *CLONK*. No such luck, it would seem. Guard rapped its shield against a neighbouring tree.
	 "Hello! I'm sorry to assail my words upon on your poor defective senses, but they seem to have lead you into Elven territory. I'll be escorting you out now."
	How paranoid must the elves be, to have patrols so far from the city limits? Either way, this was bad news. She HAD to get those herbs. Gunnaya jumped into a crouch, and drew her bow and arrow, aiming directly at the elf's head.
	"'Tis strange to see a battle-ready guard in the middle of the woods. Are you alone, elf?", Gunnaya inquired, still perched on her branch.