The darkness was an ever-lasting reminder of the power of Lord Octa ever since his iron reign began in these lands. A darkness that enveloped everything it touched, save from the just as shining beacons of hope that the Light gave. Tonight however, the Darkness was welcomed for the elf sprinting full speed thought the snowy night, for his people were gifted with night-sight. Gifted, or cursed, depending on how you looked at it. 

Thaliar stopped. A sound, not far down the white path, echoed through the night. It was the sound of horses, and a carriage rolling away. There was no time to lose, and so he kept on running. And just as he got out of the temporary darkness, he saw the carriage and horses galloping away from him, and to his very luck, their target. The goal of the mission was being dragged away by one last guard into the woods. A smirk formed on the elf's lips, just before he vanished into the shadows again. 

"You think the woods will help you? We'll see about that."

Dodging underneath low branches, jumping over stumps and rocks at speed, Thaliar found himself a short distance in front of the guard. The guard was still holding the female prisoner at the mercy of his blade. The whole reason they had agreed to take on the mission. In an instant, Thaliar let the magic within him flow freely through his arms, pulsating green flames from his finger tips as he made his presence known to the guard and the woman. One could even swear that the figure, arguably appearing like a ghost or the Undergods themselves in that dark night, laughing. 

"Enough with this little game of Chase, guard of Lord Octa. Let her go, and I shall let you go back to your family, more or less unharmed."