Fennelis Moonriver

It glinted silver and was very high up in the mist, the thing that Fennelis was watching. The wood elf wondered what it might be. 

Perhaps a monster? But it was too far away to tell. He strained to make out what the airborne figure could be, but it soon vanished from view behind a cloud of mist and soon Fennelis came down from his spot in the trees.

There were nine figures drenched in rain around the soldering fire. None spoke as he came down, each sticking to their respective groups to whisper amongst themselves. 

Fennelis joined the group and began to stoke their weakening campfire in silence. The mood around their campfire had darkened since they were attacked in the middle of the night by a mysterious creature.

The men on his right were whispering in quiet voices. They seemed like soldiers, but he wasn't sure he could call them that. They were dressed in a mix of different armours.