(You would be half-right Zar, as you'll see)
Where there comes angry farmers, and human farmers at that, there usually comes torch-light, and with this kind of menace plaguing all the nearby farms, lots of it, neighbors banded together to drive off the menace killing their livestock. So too, comes with some of them the baying of hounds, as they lead their masters eagerly in the direction of the intruder... and its unfortunate witness.
On they would come, shouting and hollering, and when first sight catches upon the shape of a black-skinned elf, cries come up, "A Drow! Over there!" Another calling to his hounds as they're turned loose, "Go on! Sic 'em!" In seconds she would be beset by a pair of angry, savagely growling large dogs, both of them, their growls meaning to kill. And their charge comes on at full stride, until that critical moment before they should lunge.
As if they had hit a confidence-sapping wall though, they come to a sudden stop, growls fading to whimpers and whines, to tucked tails as they slink about and avoid coming too close to her. The why of it, unclear to all but maybe a druid, whom might 'hear' them complain of how their heads hurt when they think of attacking. This does not slow the approach of angry farmers though, one calling to the priestess... more screaming at her, "What in the Hells did you do to my dogs, you black-skinned Devil?!" And before this one might get an answer, another declares, "I'll bet SHE brought that beast upon us! Some new pet of their dealings with demons, I'd wager. I say we kill her now, and be done with her pet after!" "Nay!" shouts another, eying the Dark Elf hatefully, "We should bait her damned pet, an' take her prisoner!"
In all much arguing ensues over what to do with her, angry red faces, shouting and hollering, each louder or more insistent than the next, but not a one letting her from their sight, and a couple who can't decide which course to favor, whom have the good sense to at least try to hold her fast, and if succeeding that, tie her arms behind her back with either wrist against the opposing elbow, force her to kneel, and then fasten her ankles together, and link the bindings together. Apparently they've had to tie people up before, and gotten better with time.
Meanwhile, back in the village, the boy whose natural talent with a manner of 'magic' known to few, and trained by fewer still, for its potency seldom if ever yielded any tangible results that any but the possessor could observe, sat awake on his bed, wanting to help somehow, thinking he knows the identity of this menacing monster from the rumors, but knowing he would be made a mockery of, should he mention dreaming of the monster. Either that, or he would be blamed somehow. Hopeless, he stared out his bedroom window, until by the light of the moon he beheld the MOST peculiar sight he had ever seen, as if plucked from the stories of traveling minstrels, a man, if indeed he could call it that, a person he thought for sure, in gleaming armor, and not so far away from his home.
Indeed, he had to pause and rub his eyes, even move around a bit, viewing the spectacle from different angles to be sure it was not a trick of his mind, or the light, but when the shining figure remained, out of his room, and into the night he ran, against the protests and scolding of his mother, he ran, barely lighting a lantern before he's out the door, running out into the fields, too excited to care about the dangers he might be putting himself in. Now what might a paladin, in his shining armor think of that dirty red-haired farm boy running out to meet him, and hollering in gleeful excitement?