Haunted Wood Dazed {Mature}

A familiar voice called out to him nearby, and he glanced up from his fixation at her. Black Hat wasn't entirely sure how he felt about Serem anymore, but his overall demeanor was shifting from contempt and annoyance to neutral — and that meant something coming from him. So he returned her greeting, though much more formal. Good afternoon. Or is it still morning? He squinted at what dim light managed to filter through the trees and become dispersed in the dense fog. It was difficult to pinpoint the exact time of day in this place, which he wasn't fond of.

He shook his head. Whatever. What is it? Seeing as she sought him out, he would bet Serem wanted something from him more than a mere conversation to pass the time. Not that he particularly minded; his voice held no malice.