The Reeves Family had long been a minor power, yet it had risen to prominence in Middle Earth and was even trying to gather the Twelve Kings of the North.
He hesitated for only a day before replying that he would attend.
Whatever Annan Reeves intended, as a descendant of a King of the North, he had to go.
As he pondered this, a trusted aide approached with a hand on his sword. "Family head, the Jungle seems a little too quiet..."
As Northerners, they had struggled to adjust to the Southlands. His wife often complained that he had taken them too far from home, but only here could he help the family head leave the shadows of the past behind and start anew.
The heat, the climate, the damp, and that accursed Jungle were bad enough. Sometimes green-skinned Orcs and Goblins really did crawl out of pods like pea pods. It was a green hell, but... it had never been this still.
The family head immediately ordered the convoy to stop and everyone to stand guard. He shouted, "We are the Benitez Family of the Twelve Kings of the North! We're only passing through and have no wish to take part in any conflict!"
"Looks like we found the right people."
The bushes beside the road rustled, and tall, pointed-eared figures emerged.
"Elves?"
But more and more figures came out of the bushes. Since when were there this many Elves...?
The family head narrowed his eyes. Behind one tall figure hung a bare, ugly tail.
"No... Ratfolk!?"
The answer came as a hair-raising whistle tore through the air.
The Warriors guarding either side of the convoy raised their swords to block, while the Mages cast defenses and struck back.
Whoosh—
A black arrow flashed like lightning, ripping through the