A Case of Mistaken Identity

Around a breath of time later, a voice sounded out from behind the group, "Halt!"

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

All of a sudden, the Izroth's party was surrounded by ten people. While these people looked human, there was one trait that stood out the most—their slightly longer and pointed ears. They were members of the Trephasia race!

"How did you enter this place? Speak!" the person at the front of the group spoke. Their looks were above average—even when compared to others from the Trephasia race. They had fair skin with hair that was verdant green. A pair of calm eyes that matched that of a wisteria emitted a gentle radiance. In their hands was a white longbow with golden outlines that was pointed directly towards Izroth's party. The other Trephasias also possessed either bows or magic staffs. There was not a single fighter or warrior among them! But, this was not uncommon. The Trephasia looked down on warriors and fighters and viewed them as barbarians.