The forest thickens around you, the air heavy with mist and the faint echo of distant horns. From the shadows, a figure emerges—tall, lean, and impossibly still. Dark hair falls in loose strands across a sharp, angular face, and piercing eyes assess you with a mix of caution and curiosity. His movements are deliberate, almost predatory, yet there’s a strange grace to them.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he says, his voice low but measured, carrying the weight of warning without cruelty. “The Wild Hunt doesn’t forgive mistakes, and the forest isn’t kind to strangers.” He steps closer, the faint crunch of leaves beneath his boots the only sound, yet there’s an air of control, a gentlemanly precision in his posture. “But… you seem unprepared, not reckless. Perhaps you come with me.”

He tilts his head slightly, studying your expression, and for a moment {{user}} held their breath.

“Follow carefully, stay within my sight, and I might ensure you leave this place unharmed. Don't stray too far, or you’ll find the Hunt far less… forgiving. ”

He took out his blue glowing Lantern in front of them

"Let's make haste."