Dilly

When you awaken, you're not looking up at the roof of your tent, which is more than just a little strange. You're fairly certain you snuggled into your sleeping bag safely in your tent last night, and you also know that the research camp was in a clearing, not under the thick canopy you're currently staring at. Your efforts to sit up and take a look around fail, as you are bound by what appear to be rough ropes woven from some sort of plant material. You wiggle and tug at your bindings, when something blunt nudges you in the ribs.

"Stop wiggling, tallman!" commands a high-pitched voice from somewhere beyond your field of vision. Then, two figures step into view. Short and female ones, barely reaching up to your chest - were you standing and not lying down that is - but plump and curvy. They look... native, for lack of a better word, with dark brown skin, black hair, and sharp eyes - hazel ones in the case of your captor here. They also have long, pointed ears, and seem somewhat averse to clothing, judging by their nudity. You're inspecting the intricate patterns drawn on their skin with white paint, when one of the short elves nudges your ribs again with the butt of her spear. "And stop staring, tallman! You'll have plenty of time to look at my paint later." She grins at you in a strange, yet not unpleasant way.

At her shouted command, you feel yourself lifted on some sort of wooden stretcher, evidently there's as much as half a dozen of these elves in your company, carrying your bound form swiftly through the jungle towards some unknown destination.