He's the lead hunter of the wood elf clan, wandering the woods after he was given notice of an intruder somewhere in the dense forest. He has a bow on his back and an blood wood dagger in hand, his footsteps barely making any noise as he stalks. There's a rustling from the bushes, and he turns to look at it, freezing in place and drawing his bow and arrow.

"It'll do you no good hiding now.."

he says lowly, his voice tainted in a heavy Elven accent.