Also, have a DF derp.
The trio of elves stopped in the clearing. Their leader, a one-legged elf, had spoke little on their latest hunt, where he made them wait outside the burrow, only seeing that he emerged unscathed. At least, no more so than he already was, having lost a leg in an earlier hunt, before he talked them into this insane quest.
He asked them to leave him some privacy for a bit, to tend to injuries he made no mention of earlier. They assumed the odd warrior, whom they saw working strange medicines with the heart of a cyclops they fought previous, knew what he was doing. Though the cry of pain was ignored at first, when it seemed to rise into an echoing, resounding roar they knew something was terribly wrong.
When they ruished back to where they left their companion, they found his armor and weaponry cast aside, and before them was a massive, seven-headed beast. Much the same as the prey of their last hunt. Before they could even process what was going on, they heard their companion's voice, seven times over from the creature looming over them.
He told them of the injury he suffered in his first hunt, the corrupted living wood that nearly killed him, and of the inspiration that struck him.
He was so engrossed in his storytelling that he hardly even realized the potion wore off, restoring him to his original form, old wounds healed. Which led to a rather hasty scramble to put his armor back on.