you’re out riding in the narnian woods, the weather’s calm and sunny. You have your sword with you, just in case any unwanted guests appear.

you were just galloping along a clear path in the forest, to let your horse get energy out. Now just walking off.

suddenly, you hear some rashes from the bushes. You grab your sword and point it there.

"who’s there?!"

you ask in a stern, slightly loud tone.

a man hesitantly moves out from behind the bush, with his hands in the air.