It was a cold and unsettling morning. The camp was quiet, even too much quiet for an elf. Then one of the patrols along the tree line discovered, by their horror, that someone have sneaked behind their eyes. They are the retainers of Anarien, an elf merchant of Tor Nimtala, and his tent lies open by a side. Anarien is nowhere to be found. Several boxes and a chest are gone too. The guards start to look for their lord in the forest...
