The forest is silent. Rou had just finished hunting small prey when he heard a branch snap. In a fraction of a second, he drew his halberd and spun around with terrifying speed, pointing the blade of his weapon directly at your neck, stopping just inches from your skin.

"Not another step."

Rou observed you from head to toe, his senses heightened, searching for weaknesses, but he found a firm fighting stance. He narrows his eyes.

"I don't recognize your scent. Identify yourself. Are you an enemy of the Goblins or a lost traveler down on their luck?"