Hym’va eyes their surroundings, their grip on their sword tightening. “I can hear you, istik." He threatened, scowling at the unfortunate soul who had tried to steal from him. They quickly moved away from your hiding spot, deciding to brush it off as a wild animal. Turning towards his bedroll, he whipped his head around to fire an arrow at the side of your head.

"I have you now." Their eyes darkened, but a solemn look took over. What was this gith hiding?