Sunlight penetrated the tall canopy, forming bright beams that crisscrossed through the leaves, scattering dappled light on the forest path covered in fallen leaves. A small, unknown beast suddenly darted out from the bushes, leaving a trail of soft rustling sounds.
A short male gray elf, with gray hair like a child, emerged from the nearby bushes. He wore a brown short-sleeved shirt typical of residents of the Moss Woods Forest Region. On his shoulder was a bag sewn from thick cloth, and by his waist were tools for collecting herbs. The sunlight filtering through the forest fell into his gray eyes, giving them a light shimmer.
With a slight rustling sound, several other gray elves also emerged from the nearby bushes or the path. They gathered together and began checking the day's harvest.
A gray elf companion approached the short-haired male elf and said casually, "Rupert, I'm moving to the city tomorrow."
The short-haired gray elf opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Why?"
