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