Neverwinter Forest you're a walking overdose in a great coat

A voice cresendoed through the trees, filled with nervous energy. He didn't recognize the voice at all, and felt an instantaneous guilt for making the stranger worry so much, though he ought not to - Tryphon wasn't the one covered in blood, arriving within people's psyches as portents of doom. He chose to be bold though. He chose to step out of the shadows and in to her path (though she was looking wildly everywhere), and put on an air of power; Tryphon raised his head and tail dominantly as if to contest the presence of the blood-red woman (although it was just as likely he was psyching himself up for whatever he'd encounter; ghost or otherwise, he was deeply affected by this stranger's appearance and filled with his own uncertainty).