Ravensblood Forest what are those?

The captain did not hide a hearty laugh as the stranger startled much like a young pup being told a scary story. "Easy, easy," his voice smoothed as he relaxed nonthreatening against a nearby tree. "I ain't gonna hurt ye. Yet." The thought that one day he could become a cautionary tale to the kids of this coastline was enough to lighten his mood enough to scrutinise this newest interloper with more than surface level dislike.

His shoulders came to a similar height as his own, but where Noxir's body was all sinew, it was hard to miss the subtle ripple of muscle beneath the man's ruddy coat. "They're interesting, ain't they. Only place they grow on this 'ere coast." Well, as far as he was aware. 

"If I was that much o' a forest guardian, yer guts would already be spilled." The stranger's pitiful apology was met with a wide-split grin, scaremongering all bark and no bite for now. "My crew and I call this forest home." It was difficult to stay annoyed at the man's naivety - and if the look in his eyes was anything to go by, he was as honest as they came.