"Halt, stranger."

Cross growls with menace in his tone. His pearly white horse- clean, tacked, and pristine- comes to a sudden halt as he draws his comically large knife, glaring down at you with malice.

"State your purpose; what brings you along the borders of the Empire of the Moon?"

The look in his heterochromic eyes explains it all— This guy means business, and he's not going to let you leave unless you prove to him that you're not threatening.