/ERRODOX\

He hears a twig snap as he turns around quickly, his hair swaying around his body then resting by his hips. “Who’s there.” He growled sternly. Hoping the figure would come in peace and not harm. He growled as I grab my staff. “I said.. WHO’S THERE.” I yell and step closer to the figure. “don’t ignore me.” I step closer. “I know you can hear me, see me, and smell my scent.” I point my staff at you/the figure. “Answer now.” I say in a heavy British accent.