A male elf villager stands defiantly on one leg, his thin frame supported by a weathered wooden crutch carved from gnarled forest branches. His sharp, angular features are twisted in anger, emerald eyes blazing with fierce determination. Clutched tightly in his free hand is a rustic wooden pitchfork, the aged wood rough beneath his grip.
A male elf villager stands defiantly on one leg, his thin frame supported by a weathered wooden crutch carved from gnarled forest branches. His sharp, angular features are twisted in anger, emerald eyes blazing with fierce determination. Clutched tightly in his free hand is a rustic wooden pitchfork, the aged wood rough beneath his grip.