The sun dipped lower into the horizon, casting long shadows across the dense foliage of the ancient forest. The caravan came to a gradual halt, and the air was thick with the mingling scents of damp earth, fresh pine, and the lingering warmth of the day.
Sylmara stood at the forefront, her posture poised yet commanding. She turned, her sharp gaze scanning over the gathered elves before finally settling on the rest of the group. "We will rest here for the night," she announced, her tone leaving no room for discussion.
The elves moved with fluid efficiency, setting up their designated resting area with practiced ease. The monsters, however, were not given the same courtesy. They lingered at the edges of the clearing, awaiting further instruction, their presence an unspoken tension that weighed on the air.
