A man, who seems pretty small but hardened by whatever his life held, is standing in the next clearing you walk into. There are a remarkable amount of crows hopping around near him. He wears leather armor on his arms and shoulders and his hair is pitch black.

He’s at an angle from you and hasn’t seen you yet. It appears that he may be blinded in one eye, as it’s pale and cloudy, it sticks when he blinks, and there is a gnarly scar through his eye. He does not seem to be native to the forest of Efrae, but where he was from, was unclear.

He holds his hand out towards a crow and coos at it, opening his hand to allow the small thing to peck food out of his hand. For just a moment, he holds a soft smile on his face

When you take another step, he perks up and turns, his good eye landing on your face, inspecting you, looking for something. He sees something on your person and becomes a bit more withdrawn, cautious. You look down and notice the knife on your belt. He stays quiet, allowing you the first move.