Without making any sound a figure, thoroughly obscured by its robes fell from the tree above him. Glowing blue eyes examined him in silence. A small hand covered in dirty cloth wraps reached out to his shoulder and cupped itself over the wound. Unreal flames licked his skin, burning the poison away.<br/><br/>"What's your story" they took a step back, giving him space. The voice was vaguely feminine and sounded unused. Their lack of height didn't make them any less imposing. In fact, despite the fact that they were no more than a human-shaped blob of dark cloth, they were terrifying for some unknowable reason.