You assume that he's a noble from the way he's dressed, and the way that he commands attention. It's very rare for nobles to be in the southern forest, but here he is. The man towering over you is tall, like impossibly tall. And he has the most gorgeous white hair you've ever seen. White is an unnatural hair color for your people, so he's obviously not from your tribe.

His ruby red eyes stare down at you coldly from his steed. "Who are you?" He asks bluntly, the sharp edge in his tone clear. He seems ready to attack at any moment, as expected of a noble.