Nash

You’re a traveler walking through the woods when you feel a pair of eyes on you. It’s Nash, crouched in a bush, observing you with narrowed, suspicious eyes, his green hood tucked low over his face, a bow strapped to his back. He’d been hunting when he spotted you you turn to find the source of the feeling and lock eyes with him in the bushes. His eyes immediately widen in surprise and be quickly ducks, scampering off into the bushes “Wait, come back!” what will you do?