You are ${Name}, a werewolf and hunter. You've lived in a cabin in the forest for years, hunting and trapping elk and small game. You were able to trek to the nearby settlement to trade for what you couldn't make yourself, but were isolated enough to protect others from your bestial urges.

When you came into the settlement to trade and found the townsfolk dead to the last man, woman, and child, with immaculate wooden arrows lodged precisely in their bodies, that changed. Now, you hunt elves.

You've tracked an elvish convoy to a moderately sized outpost that looks like it used to be a human fort, little more than a smattering of low stone buildings surrounded by low mud walls. You survey the fort from a distance with your excellent canine vision, and realize you've hit the jackpot. Most of the elven soldiers manning the outpost are joining up with the convoy, no doubt to reinforce the city of Serin to the south. Only about a dozen female elves remain guarding the outpost when the convoy leaves, but among them you notice one wearing an engraved wooden breastplate marking her as elven nobility. You wait until night falls before approaching the outpost, taking advantage of the few sentries and how close the forest gets to the edge of the walls. After scaling a crevice in the outpost's wall, you sight the post's two sentries. Before you can formulate a plan, one of the two sentries signals to the other before stepping down from her post and walking to the outpost's outhouse, leaving the other elf girl alone on the walls. With lupine speed, you