On the highest peak stood a divine tree, and though of no interest to Keshue, it was her duty as a native of the mountains to hunt the ruffians who sought to fell the sacred timber. Accompanied by the Ridge Chief, she moved in upon her prey, garnished bow and salvo of arrows at the ready. Her eyes examined the orcs' weapons glinting in the midday sun, and she wondered how much the town weaponsmiths would pay for them...