Shadows and Shivs | Ervelor & Sarinth
Sat upon the larger branch of the pine, his back rested against the trunk of the great tree, Ervelor quietly grumbled to himself as he picked bits of dirt from the fletching. The view from his perch enabled him to see for miles; even for the thick mist blanketing the lake, Ilinalta's Deep could be seen off in the distance. The early morning sun made the mist appear as flames, glimmering across the surface of the lake as if it were burning.
A flurry of wings shot past, the birds not even noticing that Ervelor was perched there, and in his surprise the elf released his grip on the arrow. Cursing as the shaft dropped softly onto the ferns below, the thief's eyes narrowed and his form slunk back to meld with that of the tree's upon spotting a humanoid form on the forest floor. His hope was that either the arrow would go unnoticed, or that upon picking it up, Ervelor could get the drop on the stranger and flee.