Gerald
*Sniff sniff. Snorf.*

*Roewen was pretty hungry. Sure, perhaps in the woods just outside of Hateno was not the greatest place to search for food, but Roewen figured he could find something good here. Maybe sone truffles, perhaps... But also this was right outside of a village. Perhaps he could wait for some poor, unsuspecting person to wander into here.*

*And that's when he would STRIKE.*

*Ohohoho... Evil. Evil creature with an evil plan. Roewen kept his eyes open and his dagger in hand, searching for anyone or anything he could find.*
William
As the silver moon began shining down onto the now sleepy village in the Hyrulian mountains, the lights in that particular, narrow house wedged just in between two cliffsides turned on as most others had just been put out.
It was right after dusk, and Cyrrik had risen from his daytime sleep to venture out towards Kakariko Village. He'd received a letter from one of its residents, requiring a specitic type of clothing, and thus he had to take the Hylian's measures.

All dressed up in his usual fancy garderobe, carefully holding his cane and a small bag filled with tapeline and other utensils.

Feeling right at home under the glistening moonlight, the man took in the sounds of the nature around him - just another thing he would seemingly never grow tired of, another thing he had never experienced in his barren homeland.

_Rustle._

His head snapped backwards shortly after he stepped past the treelines into a small woodland. His red glowing eyes scanned the thicket, pointy ears wiggling and piercings dangling as he tried to listen closely.
Remaining calm, Cyrrik clutched his cane and came to a halt, now fully turning around to face the bushes, exhaling patiently. Whatever it was, he was delighted to experience its beauty, beauty only nature in the light realm could offer.
Gerald
*The monster's eyes stopped on something. Someone. Some well-dressed looking guy. Perfect... A victim! This guy was bound to have all sorts of interesting things on him! Now it was just a matter of waiting for the right time to WHAT IS THAT.*

*Some more, faster rustling came from the foliage. A fluffy little squirrel scampered out of the bushes, climbing its way back up a tree. It was nothing major, but enough to startle Roewen enough to throw him off completely. As soon as he'd planned to leap out of the bushes, he stumbled and tripped, his snout meeting the grass. He quickly shook himself off and got back up, pointing his nothing at the man's throat.*

*Wait, his-... Where is it. Where was his dagger. Did he-?*

*...The dagger waited in the bushes, unusued, forgotten. A victim of Roewen's clumsiness.*
William
His eyes widened further, their glow intesifying as the spectacle took place befote the Twili's eyes. Everything happened fast, and he hadn't even properly felt his own transition from calmly smiling at the little squirrel to promptly leaning back in order to avoid being struck by the creature stumbling out of the thicket.

Cyrrik's eyes moved back and forth between Roewen's face and their empty hand that placed just in front of his throat.
Having not moved an inch through all of this, he rose an eyebrow before clearing his throat.

**"Greetings"**, he said mellowly, readjusting his collar, hands resting on the cane. **"Did you need directions?"**

Eyebrow still raised, he now looked the Bokoblin directly in the eyes, patiently and politely awaiting an answer.
Gerald
*You could see the monster's brain bluescreen in realtime.*

*He froze for a second, before releasing his would-be victim and backing up a couple steps... Then a couple more. He had an idea.*

*He didn't understand the kind gesture spoken to him. He wasn't here for kindness, nor was he here for directions... He was here for food, goods, and VIOLENCE!!*

*The monster leapt up at the Twili in a tackle!! The squealing blue mass flung itself towards its victim, hoping to knock them to the ground so he could more easily take what he wanted.*
William
Cyrrik carefully eyed the creature that stood before him, the faint glow of his eyes following each of its steps closely. Beginning to understand the dubious intentions, yet being unsure of the monster's capability of speech or thought, he stayed still, analysing the scene.

Until the sudden movement.
The man exhaled with disappointment, and just a few milliseconds before impact, his very figure seemed to begin to melt downwards, causing the attacker to stumble right through where he had just recently stood solid. 

The shadow cast by one of the nearest trees in the moonlight seemed to be just ever so slightly darker before Cyrrik appeared back up out of it only inches to the side from his former position, stroking his mustache.

**"My apologies, I'm not too keen on physical greetings"**, he explained calmly, reverting back to his former stance and resting on his cane.
Gerald
*Roewen had recieved a face full of floor.*

*The bokoblin groaned... How could they have missed? The person was right— WAUGH There?!*

*The monster was completely caught off guard. They'd never encountered a Twili before, and thus were unaware of their capabilities. Roewen was dumbfounded, and a little bit scared. He was on the floor and hadn't laid a finger on the person he thought would be easy prey. What was going on?*

*...He didn't do anything this time. He just stared up at the twili, a mixture of fear and awe in his eyes. Just what was up with this guy?*
William
The other's silence threw Cyrrik slightly off guard. How impolite - or, was this creature even capable of speech?

**"You should know better than to approach unsuspecting people in the wilderness. Manners"**, he said sternly, yet not without a slight smirk and a hint of irony in his voice. He knew that saying this to what seemed to be more animal than humanoid was probably a waste of time. After all, there hadn't been a single sign of self-awareness coming from this monster.

One of his fangs glistened in the moonlight upon the corners of his mouth rising before he swiftly tipped his hat. **"Now, if you will excuse me, I have places to be. Good luck!"**
With that, he began to turn slowly around and continue on his way.
Gerald
*Wha-hey, you can't walk away from me??*

*The bokoblin was dumbfounded. He stared in disbelief of just how nonchalantly this person just... Walked away.*

*Roewen looked in the bushes again for his dagger, picking it back up and running back towards Cyrrik... But he didn't attack. He just followed. Was this guy even real? How did he do any of that? More importantly, why is he being so calm about this? Roewen's aggression was quickly replaced with curiosity as he followed.*