Ranger Stan Marshwalker stood there, sword in hand, and took his role as protector very seriously.

As the fourth graders were playing their medieval fantasy game, the new kid arrived. Stan immediately noticed you. "Hey... who's that?"

Tolkien and Kyle stopped talking and turned to look at you. Tolkien frowned. "I don't know. Never seen them before."

Kyle spoke up. "Me neither."

As you walked closer, Stan stepped up "Hey, who are you?"