Bad Luck for the snooping elf!

Suddenly a crow cawed out from a few feet behind Helartha. She was so startled she almost fell from the tree, gasping loudly before regaining her balance.

Whether it was the bird or her gasp, something called the orcs attention. Both their heads swung over and locked on Helartha.

"A spy!" axe orc yelled.

"Get her!" Called the mace orc. The axe orc drew his oversized blade and rushed towards her. The mace orc drew a horn and blew a loud call, no doubt summoning reinforcements before he to charged in Helartha's direction.

Helartha curse. Her cover was blown! She turned and swung from her branch, launching to another tree. Like a squirrel she transferred from tree to tree. She moved fast, but the orcs had less ground to cover on solid grown, and quickly were right below her.

Then another moment of bad luck. Helartha jumped to a branch, which looked quite stable but broke under her weight. She shrieked as she fell to the ground, landing hard on her backside. She sat prone as the orcs closed on her, weapons drawn...