The kingdom of Henwan had always been a prosperous one. Its citizens, the elves, strived for greatness as they worked to make their kingdom one of the greatest in the land. They worked hard to capture land and make allies with different races. War was not on the minds of the elves, as it was just silly battles with too many casualties. They didn't worry about such trifles from other races. Though, they should have worried about their own. The drow, or the darker elves, rose up against the high-folk after seeing the treatment of the creatures they had made, the golems. They fought against these high-folk, screaming for revolution. They wanted a new way of life. They didn't want this oppression anymore. So the war started and the drow were quick to gain allies. This worried the king, Bradley Windson, sought to make allies of his own, as the dwarves were quickly outnumbered by the drow allies. He heard of the nixies and humans thinking of joining the war, and immediately sent out two groups, one to the nixies and one to the humans. He dressed them in drow armor, hoping that troubles wouldn't befall them. It was too much to hope for. The group heading toward the humans, including a certain Halen Atclinch and Jacob Karliah, found a village with drow harassing the high-folk, their people. It was quickly decided they would deal with this threat, rather than just leaving the people to fend for themselves. They tried to drive out the drow, their leader Belerion planning out the whole attack. It was supposedly fool-proof. However, it failed. They had planned to sneak in as drow soldiers then surprise them. They were discovered as high-folk nearly instantly, the king's insignia seen on Belerion's weapon. They were struck down, and only Halen and Jacob escaped. They managed to find an abandoned hunter's lodge and hid there, trying to plan out what to do next. By some cruel twist of fate, they had lost both their diplomat and their letter from the king. The drow would probably know of their existence soon. However, going through the Krad Woods, though being a direct route to the humans, was as treacherous as going through the drow lands. Halen chewed on his bottom lip as he stared at his map, trying to think of which path my possibly be the right way to get to the humans. His mind went through each possible thing they could do, though the most prominent problem was the letter. How would they get that back? Should they just cut their losses and return? Or try to get the letter from the village that the drow were probably watching? His green eyes were focused as he shifted in thick armor. It was not as good quality as the king's armor, but it helped with blending in with the drows.