Neverwinter Forest miles outside of the eye of the storm

Underbrush gave her away just moments before they came face-to-face. It was just enough time for him to slow his pace to avoid their collision, though the way she came through and across his path almost implied that she had been aware all along. If not for her reaction he may have been brazen enough to assume so. Still, it startled him and he bristled momentarily before easing his response, and to draw in her features briefly. She was larger than he was and more than likely on the prowl for something. He hadn't a clue what he had stumbled into, or who, but had already decided it was better to keep things neutral.

“Sorry if I startled you,” he said, paying little mind to the roughness disuse had lent him. Despite being social, Mordecai couldn't have recalled the last time he had said much to someone else. Not since he had left the coast, anyhow. “You'd think we'd stick out if not for the density of this place.” His lips upturned slightly in a smile. It was his attempt at the olive branch, redirecting a potentially hostile situation into something more tame.