Elfie, however, was a different story.
While the others were caught up in their own dramas, she took the opportunity to soak in her surroundings, her sharp eyes scanning the landscape with a sense of curiosity.
Despite her familiarity with forests back in her world, there was something exhilarating about exploring a new area.
Back then, she had always been a part of her master's hunting party, traversing the wilderness with a keen eye and steady hand.
But here, in this strange land, she was like a child in a candy store, drinking in every sight and sound with a sense of wonder.
The rustle of the leaves, the chirping of the birds—it was all music to her ears.
To nock an arrow, to hold her breath as she drew it back, her keen eyes locked on the target's beating heart—that was what made Elfie feel truly alive.
She was an archer, and not just any archer, but the best of the best.
