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Seeing the shadows under the trees made her think of her vulnerability. Danae pondered for a bit before she decided to fashion a small knife from stone and plant fiber. It wasn't much but it would protect her well enough for the time being.

With her makeshift weapon and tool she wandered off, the sun setting and darkness settling over the woods.
Her drow eyes were adjusted to any darkness and she could make out a camp nearby.

As she stepped closer she could hear snarling and snoring, upon inspection she found it to be a camp of four sleeping gnolls, with a small fire in the middle where leftovers were giving of a divine smell for the hungry drow. She watched the camp for moments, before she used her knowledge of the runes to increase her speed and sneak into the camp, trying to get some leftovers. In her haste she had overlooked the guard and his howl woke the pack. With what she had in hand, Danae dashed into the forest, only the guard keeping up with her speed.

The dark elf turned around, naked as she was, summoning a flame to her hand and she stared at the lonely gnoll, growling in her best voice: "I command fire, creature. you best leave for your pack before they find a charred corpse!"
The gnoll took caution over the thread, deciding to let her flee, and Danae put some distance between her and her pursuers until she ran out of breath.

She leaned against a tree, catching her breath, breathing hard. Her thoughts went back to the camp.
What would they have done, had they caught her.... she imagined the gnolls, all five of them surrounding her, pushing her to the ground, her feminine form available to them in her nudity. Would they take turns or ravage her all at once? Would they be rough, mating her like a bitch or treat her with respect and make her feel good in the act as well..... The images of it ran through her head, chasing each other until she banished them to the darkest corner of her mind, trying to focus on more acute problems.
This was not the time. She mused why her thoughts so readily wandered to procreation since she got here, but she concluded her lack of clothing without the privacy of her home was responsible for that.
She climbed a tree to get some rest and eat her spoils.

In the morning she got down from the tree and wandered off, with no real direction. Soon enough the wood turned into wetlands, and between the trees after a while she could make out a small hut in the fog that surrounded her and lingered in these parts.

As she approached, a voice croaked at her:"Hello, stranger. Don't be 'fraid to come. We like having some new people to talk. There isn't many around here."

Wary, Danae answered: "Who are you? And what are you doing in a presumably remote place like this?"

"Hi, my name is Dulbuff, and I well, live here... It's a good place for my kind." was the answer.

Coming closer, Danae made the speaker out to be a bullywog, a froglike humanoid. Curageously Danae strode forwards, smiling at the odd creature: "A good morning to you, neighbour. it's nice meeting someone civilized in these woods."

"I'm not wise enough for saying that we're in a civilized ... But if you seem to feel that way, i won't object. I'm just trying to give some chance for my people."

She nods: "Well, if you know these woods, surely you know a way out of here? i want to get back to the city and my studies."

"Well, i know this swamp.. but around the swamp there is this strange forest.. and i don't know very much. But i'm sure you already have felt that this land has some magic within. Some say that lost people get in this lands, and others say that the only way out is to get lost again..."

"That doesn't sound too promising. but i digress... say, can you help me out with something i can wear? i have no clothing as you can see and i'd rather have something to protect me against the weather and the nature."

"Sure, poor thing, you must be cold. Let me see what i can find..." The bullywog returned to his hut and after some noise he came back out, presenting the leven maiden an old potato bag with some holes and dirtstains: "well, it's clearly not much, but better than nothing i guess, I don't have use for many clothes or fabric."

Thanking the bullywog, Danae put on the sack, before she took her goodbyes and went off, in hopes of finding a way out of this forest.

That was when she happened upon an old tree that struck her as curious enough to investigate.