Running down into the forest will have her past by the dark green leaves of the trees present about her, thick and making little sunlight able to reach the forest floor. Various sounds of nature occurred all about her as she ran through, from birds, to groans, to grunts. Grunts that did not come from your normal type of forest animal. Maybe a bear, but the grunt was too deep to be that normal. The woman passing through was being watched, and by more than one source. It didn't take long for danger to present itself, as an arrow strikes the ground three feet ahead of her as a warning to stop her sprint. The arrow's head struck into the soil, the length of it was dark brown in color, with the tail end colored in dark green. The projectiles were colored in this way to allow them to be harder to see within this terrain.
Assuming the woman stopped, someone leaps down from his hiding place within the trees, dressed in tunic, baggy pants, long boots, forearm bracers, and a hat on the top of his head, all in this camo-like design to make hiding easy within the canopies of the treetops. Even his face was painted over, brown eyes staring toward the woman as the stranger wielded a brown crossbow in his right hand, an arrow ready on the rest. A complex longbow, one of a modern design with an axle system, was settled on his back, along with a quiver of arrows, about thirty nine currently there, number forty struck into the dirt of the ground.
The eyes of this archer scan the woman up and down before he speaks to her in his rather young voice: "Speak! Who are you?"