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The patrol leader wasn't sure what to think. On one hand this was an intruder and should be seen as a threat, on the other the pathetic creature bumped straight into the best patrol in the entire region. He almost felt sorry for the elf-thing.
In any case, though, he had his orders. While one of his men picked the elf off the ground, he looked the thing over for weapons. From the looks of it, he lost his knife. Now he lost his bow and arrows too.
After having the elf's hands bound, he gave the order to return to camp.
They passed a relatively small lake, but other than that and a trail one used by wildlife, there was precious little to navigate by. Nonetheless, they reached camp swiftly. It was little more than a patch of cleared forest, ashes coating the soil. On it stood nine large tents, surrounding an empty pen. They tossed the elf in there, with the patrol watching him while the leader fetched whoever was in charge.
It seemed this was a simple outpost rather than the place from where the creatures in the woods were commanded.
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