Rustling came from the forest and its core, greenery swaying tenderly as few lucky leaves escaped from the secured prison granted by clinging branches of grasping claws, exposed to mud with their brief moments of freedom after becoming trampled by invading droplets high above.        "They say the poor migrant elf had hopes to get into Karlsburg from the north - poor cretin."             The rain gave no mercy as it continued to pitter and patter again the glass surface that let us rem