Through the ancient wood he walks, seen rarely by the eyes of men. A loner, words leave his mouth only when required, and he aligns with no faction, good or evil. Some say he is of a forgotten race of men, almost as old as the forest within which he roams, and much of his identity is a mystery. But one thing that all have agreed upon, man or elf, is that the aim his bow is almost always true, and if anyone ever wishes to bring him harm, the hunter.. becomes the hunted.