Amongst the thickened bramble, a being walked. He stepped through the bushes, humming a simple tune. Spotting a little herb hidden among the forest floor, he kneeled over and gently tore it from its roots. Resting an unusually large great sword on the ground, he turned the herb in his shielded hands, examining it.
The man stood up, taking the herb with him. Heading back to a smoldering fire besides a fresh clearing, it was the perfect area to rest and take in what his senses could gain. The man sighed, slowly sitting down, placing the great sword across his lap.
The man sat still, frozen like a statue. In the corner of his eye, out came a girl, bumbling out of the bushes and into the clearing.
The man watched her, silently staring, a mask over his steeled gaze.