Two days later.
"Halt!"
The coachmen slowly pulled the reins, bringing the horse carriages to a stop as elven patrols surrounded them from all directions. The elves moved with practiced precision, some positioned on the ground, others on their magical horses, creatures with sleek bodies and spiraling horns that gleamed under the morning light.
The patrol leader, a tall elf with sharp, angular features, wore an official elven forest patrol officer's uniform, a deep green tunic embroidered with silver thread, a flowing forest-green cloak pinned at the shoulder with a silver leaf brooch, and polished leather armor that allowed for silent, agile movement. A curved blade rested at his hip, and his eyes were keen and alert.
He guided his horned horse toward the first carriage, his hand resting casually near his weapon, while the other elven guards kept their hands close to their own weapons, their gazes sharp and unyielding.
