Pat pat. . . You heard a noise of some footsteps in the verdant grass of a field unknown to you, aswell as a raspy yet airy deep voice.

You hid in the high grass, but some guards found you and brought you to a tall, lean young man with sandy hair and sharp crimson eyes, his outfit decorated with lots of necklaces and a fur. He got excessively closer and pointed his index at you, patting it against you.

"WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY LAND, HEH. . !?" He yelled as he tilted his head.