Four figures huddled around a campfire are trying to gather warmth. It's dark in the snowy forest. one of the figures looks up showing her face in the light. She is a beautiful elven women with bronze skin, and hair so dark its seems as as this endless night. Her golden eyes with a hint of green gleam in the firelight, but they glow with an intensity rivaled only by the sun.
" We need to do something, because if we don't we will surely die."
The figure across from her still huddled over the fire looks up he is a Dwarven man well past his prime, but carries an air of power to him still. he wears his age well with some wri