You drop to the ground just in time to avoid the spear that hit the tree from burying itself in your chest. After a minute, you carefully rise, hand going to the knife on your belt.

Someone roughly grabs you from behind and pins you to the tree, pressing a knife against your throat.

“Who are you?” A deep voice growls. It belonged to a tall grounder man with long brown hair and light facial hair. You notice the pattern-like scars on his face. Azgeda.

“I said who are you?”