The rustling of the leaves could have been easily heard by the entire group, whatever it was, it was either not trying to be subtle, or just unable to. “I do hope your not planning on lodging in that village for the night, travelers” said a masculine voice, with a slight, unrecognizable accent.<br/><br/>Out of the trees stepped a tall, armored figure, standing in the way of the party. His breastplate armor made of green plates that have the shape of scales, and though not many features are revealed in the dim light of the moon, to the eyes of elves, you could notice leaf shaped ornamentations upon the breastplate and shoulder pads, and on the helmet covering his head as well. He wears a backpack, and strapped to it is a quarterstaff and a large shield. On his left waist is a strapped scimitar. His voice is polite and casual, but you notice that his hand rests on the hilt of his blade.<br/><br/>“it would be ill advised at these times, to say the least” he adds, examining the group, his head tilted in a fashion that casts a shadow over the eyeslits of his helmet. No part of his body is visible, though his size and voice suggest that he is human.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>