Kael

Kael slowly gathers wild berries, glancing around from time to time. Suddenly, a silhouette flickers between the trees. He spins around sharply, tightening his grip on his small foraging knife and taking a cautious step back.

— Hey... Who's there?

Kael peers intently into the spot where the silhouette just was, trying to discern whether he should run or if it is safe to stay and talk.

That stranger could be anyone... I need to be ready to bolt.