The boy hardly belonged here. That much was clear. Dargoth completely ignores the threat of his dagger. He was more liable to hurt himself with it then he was to hurt some one else with it. "Put that toy away before you spook the<em>horse</em>again. A fine beast, mind you." He says, continuing to sooth the horse which had begun to nuzzle into his shoulder. "You're in my forest, i'll be asking the questions. Who are<em>you</em>and what are you doing in my forest?" He says, turning to look at the boy though his voice remains a calm, casual tone.