Let's start looking

You urge your steed into the forest, and start making your way to the other side, following a lightly defined trail through the shrubbery. You survey your surroundings. There's no sign of activity amidst the trees, and the only sounds you hear as you cross through the forest is the chirping of distant birds.

You're careful not to let your attention waver, in case you're taken unawares and ambushed. It's a staple of elven tactics to **** their victims when they lower their guard, and you'd prefer not to get hit by arrows. You consider for a moment that Evellyn doesn't have the same abilities as you, but you figure it'll probably be fine. She's half-elven after all, maybe they'll go easy on her because of that if they do catch her.

You continue on for a while, until you think you can see the other edge of the forest. As you near it, your vision is pulled towards a small clearing, a little ways off the path, where you notice what appears to be a recently extinguished campfire. Someone's definitely been in this forest not very long ago.

You direct your horse towards it to investigate, when you suddenly feel a sensation in the back of your head, like a whispy tremor. Then, you feel it again. It's the ring, it must be! Evellyn must've found the elves... Or perhaps they found her!