I'd like to join the centaur hunting party as Alnus, a young elven nobleman

You wake up from a fitful slumber. Your companions are sleeping around you. You blink a few times and rub your green eyes with your delicate hands. Although you're still feeling hungry, it's cold, and you're sleeping on the rough ground, you feel good. The rush of adventure is still surging through your body. You embarked on an extraordinary journey that would change the world with a great army of your people, and now you and your companions have been selected for an important mission, and possibly the very first action of the entire campaign. You can't wait to face these savages in battle and show them the wrath of civilization. Until then, you'll enjoy the camping, and the adventure.

Suddenly, you hear something crack. You turn your head, and see a rush of movement, accompanied by the beating of hooves against the earth. Before you can say anything, a group of centaurs are upon your party, running between the sleeping bodies, snatching them up before any of you can respond. Then, just like that, they are gone, leaving the rest of the elves waking up in confusion.