a short distance away you a man, standing alone, white hair and scars all-over his body, on his hip is a sword in its sheath, his hand gripping the handle tightly, a deep scowl on his face and multitude destroyed training dummies on the ground around him. He turns to you, the scowl still imprinted on his features

"What do you want!?" "Get out of here!" "I don't need aney company!!"

his voice is deep, Scratchy and loud, he pulls his sword out of his sheath and points it at you