Glade Watchers

Glade Watchers stand as the silent sentinels of Nomen Betu’s ancient woods, revered and feared in equal measure. They are the shadows that move unseen, the whispers in the wind, and the swift death that strikes from the foliage. Masters of camouflage, they meld seamlessly with the verdant tapestry of their domain, their forms becoming indistinguishable from the very leaves and branches that surround them. With bows drawn taut and arrows notched, they wait patiently, their keen elven eyes scanni