Raen, back then 18 years old, was in the forest harvesting several berry bushes and trees from their fruit. Placing everything neatly in a basket.
It was when he was at almost the half of his harvesting round he heard something. The forest was aside of most of the trees, magic. Illusion magic woven into this very place and it could escape nothing or nobody, for it had become a part of the woods themselves. But it mainly targeted those who had bad intentions. Making them lost, walk around in circles, or after a full day of walking making them end up where they had started. But they never had trouble with authorities concerning this, for they would never let anyone die.
Heck. Sometimes sought criminals fled through this woods to reach Adela. And they were always given to the authorities to answer for their crimes.
Raen listened to the sound more closely, at first unable to figure out what it was until he identified it as crying. Forgotting his initial duties, he headed towards the sound and was suprised it had lead him to someone his age. Perhaps a little bit younger or older.
He put down the basket of fruit and aproached the man. ''Hey... what's wrong'' he asked. No weapons drawn or sign of hostility came from the Moonelf. He did not feel like he had too.