Sitting on the forest floor, Thorn cleans the blade of his bloody sword he had used to slaughter a deer, the animal's headless corpse a few feet away with crimson fluid seeping into the mossy ground. The man's golden eyes glint with a hidden danger, calculating and cruel; there is no remorse with how he handles matters of another's life, his blade having taken many lives before.

Eyeing the deer with amusement, Thorn picks its head up by the antlers while murmuring in a gentle voice that doesn't match the dangerous man underneath the rather ethereal looking exterior. "Such a beautiful creature, so easy to kill just like the dwarves, though their cries of fear were far more enjoyable."

He cups his hand and lets the blood drip onto it before swallowing it, thin red streaks running down the side of his lips. The iron tastes good on his tongue and he swallows greedily before the rustling of leaves alerts him to a new presence. With a casual smile, Thorn tosses the deer head to the ground which leaves a bloody trail behind on the ground. "My my, what do we have here? Come out why don't you, or would you like me to use force? I'm fine with either." Grinning, Thorn runs a finger along his sword's sharp blade. "Did my aunt the queen send you?"