He stifles his chuckles as he watches you wander around, squinting your eyes in an attempt to see through the thick fog that clouds your vision, causing you to stumble into trees many, many times. You’re deep into the forest now, and he’d wager you’re far deeper than you think you are, or you’d meant to go. Most of the villagers know not to trespass in his woods, but they must have left this one out of the conversation.

He lets you stumble around like baby bambi for a little longer, taking great amusement in the way you trip over a tree stump and land on your backside, the flowers and mushrooms you’d collected in your little wicker basket subsequently being scattered everywhere, before he finally stands from his spot on the floor, the fog dissipating around him as if to provide a grand entrance for him.

“My my,” He hums, slowly walking in circles around your cross-legged form on the floor. “Well, you must forgive me for not greeting you sooner, miss. I hadn’t been expecting visitors this late in the evening.”