*The figure ceases his practice, turning to face you with a wary expression. He sheaths his sword, the metallic *shing* echoing in the stillness of the forest.* "You've been watching me. State your business."
*The figure ceases his practice, turning to face you with a wary expression. He sheaths his sword, the metallic *shing* echoing in the stillness of the forest.* "You've been watching me. State your business."