As the snows of winter began to fall
Down by the quaint little riverside
The wood elves began to appear
Out on their never-ending patrol
The ancient alfar people
Sacred was their land
And trolls and human alike
Dare not to tread there
As Galdor watched them
From a safe distance
It was quite clear that
They were very alarmed
Before Galdor could react
A wooden arrow slammed
Into the tree next to him
With a white note attached
It seemed as if this winter snow
Was actually a farce
For it was not yet winter
But in fact a demon was afoot
The mighty wood folk elves
Restricted forever to stay
Upon their hallowed land
As was the price of
Their complete immortality
Could do nothing to help
(Elfish Chant)
Galdor, ye distant one
You cannot hide from
The evil that is afoot
You are the only one
With the strength
To vanquish it
