The forest was still and quiet with only the subtle summer breeze brushing through the trees that towered over like a shield from the rest of the world, His straw cloak swaying to and fro in the warm breeze, his straw pointed hat tilted down to avert the gaze of where he would look. The smell of flowers and fresh cut grass from his straw hat filled the air, weaving in with the smell of summer rain.

As his bell from his cloak jingled quietly into the night, a hand stretched itself from beneath his cloak, sensing something around him, Someone. Stopping in his tracks, a soft hum embedded from his chest, furling his fingers against the palm of his hand as his head slowly glanced over his shoulder.

"Who goes there?" He firmly spoke out, his fingers gripping tighter around his wooden staff.