Mordecai put his hands up against the glowing warmth of the fire, allowing it's burning heat to envelope his body ever so slightly. The surroundings were dulled around him as he concentrated on the fiery center, and he had almost missed the words of a nearby person. "Who's there, and unless you want trouble I'd say tell the truth." He said in a grizzled voice, knowing that the deep sacred woods could be filled with any sorts of criminals, whether they be simple bandits or the devil himself. The tattered man had lost most of his ability to see, but his surroundings could be as clear as a crystal lake when there could be danger.