• When I fount out who the voice belonged to I was taken back for a man was walking towards us at a fast pace. He wore a black peasant top and faded green trousers. He wore a black hunters' hat with a red feather attached to the side. he had pail blond hair with a badly cut bob. He had black eyes and wooden sandals on his bare feet. He also wore a silver ring on his middle finger with a red jewel with black dots inside like black stars.
    "Sorry, my forest doesn't take kindly to strangers." he said walking over to a branch and looped his arm around it and touched it. His voice sounded high and stoned at the same time. As he attended to the tree he looked at it as a father would when he was trying to calm a child down. He even shushed it a fair few times. When it was calm he turned to me and Edmond. He took off his hat and bowed.
    "I'm sorry for my rudeness. I didn't tell you who I was. My name is Harrison Ashford." he said as he reached over to me and took my hand. I knew what he was about to do and whipped my hand away causing him to kiss the palm of his hand instead of the back of mine. I knew that he got the message so he put his hat back on and straitened his back.
    "Sorry maybe a handshake?" he outstretched his bony effeminate hand I slipped my hand in his and was about to shake it but he brought it to his mouth. He was about to kiss it again but I was quicker. He looked at me as if he was disappointed feeling angry I punched his badly shaven cheek.
    "How dare you pervert! Is this how you say sorry?" I shouted angrily at him. Edmond looked at me and his hand twitched as if he was deciding weather or not it was wise to intervene.
    "D-Dante, you c-c" he stuttered.
    "Oh shut up Edmond!"