His bare feet, filthy to say the least, brought him forward as he stepped from the forest. Who knows where he had come from but nonetheless, he was here. This figure wasn't anything to be impressed with and to be frank it would have been the opposite. He was a pathetic soul, scrawny and the like as if he hadn't eaten in weeks. His face would be shadowed by the old worn hooded robes that he wore. They were commonly recognized as if being monk in origin but instead of providing poverty and peace in their appearance one could determine something was off. They were stained, worn faded, and even held a few small tears. Well used.
His facial features were that of a defeated being. Sad almost and with each step forward, it could be figured that he was injured as well. "Neutral grounds...neutral grounds.." the voice that allowed those words to escape was raspy and quite worn in itself. It was as if he were trying to convince himself that he wouldn't be harmed here. Or was it that he wasn't to harm them himself.
He stopped a little into the clearing and lowered himself onto the ground, his robe like cloak adjusting to keep himself covered as he indeed was nude beneath it. The fragile frame relaxed ever so nicely as he fully let his weight take to the ground and without his notice, he leaned backwards onto a fallen log that just so happened to be there. "Neutral ground." Those words would leave his lips one more time before lifting his gaze, which until now, we downwards. His pale face would now be seen more and his white and ratty hair would take note beneath the hood for only a moment before it was drawn backwards revealing his blood stained face to the sun and all around.
"Water?" It was almost pathetic to see as he attempted to beg to anyone that would listen.