Several weeks into the hunt, Saf 'Naria finally succeeds in luring several of her oppressors into the thicket. Her wise, feathery familiar Úff ever vigilant, stealthfully gliding through thorn and vine, razor-sharp talons setting the backdrop for 'Lausnari's' ruthless, elven blade. 

One by one, like a whispering wind caressing dancing leaves of an age-old, sacred forest, her healing execration of treasonous trespassers and attaining finality with lethal incisiveness.