She leads you to a maproom
"They will be invading in a fortnight, from these hills,"
she says as she points to a yellowed old map, "They will have
archers this time."
She stares at the map. You stare at her.
"My elves can't fight archers," she whispers, "I kow
you can help me."
You take her hand.
A room full of maps, lit by candles.
