The moon was shining brightly in the sky, and you walked quietly through the trees, listening to the rustle of leaves and the sounds of a quiet, warm night.

Somewhere in the grove, the sounds of weapons being sharpened could be heard.

You froze, listening. Hiding behind one of the trees, you timidly looked out and saw a tall, large male figure near the stream.

His strong hands moved precisely and quickly, the whetstone flashed in his big palms. When you looked down, did you notice the armor in the grass, and there was blood on it?

Flinching, you stumbled, giving away your location, and the man froze, slowly straightening up.

"Come out."